Of monstrous stories they will sing
Rolling heads and trails of blackest blood
Remembering me, telling of the flood
The darkest night of all
After this night, I will fall
Armed up, prepared for battle
They know they're to be slaughtered
Ripped apart like worthless cattle
Tonight there'll be blood in the water
Enough to fill up all the oceans
The full moon's signal calls upon the motion
As I walk into the darkest night of all
I hear a sound
I turn around
There she was.
Brighter than the moon
"No!" I screamed "No, this is too soon!"
She smiled, a tear running down her face
"This is not the time, nor the place.
This is not goodbye"
She knew it was a lie
"Please" she said
"Don't cry"
I struck. It was precise
Numbing my throat
Blocking all the cries
Dropped to the ground
It was too soon that I had found
The girl, the only one to touch
What others thought of as a grudge
The only bit of human warmth
Was now endlessly swarmed
By her blood
On my very own hands
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