The harvest moon shines bright.
This cold, quiet, night,
It wanders through the woods,
Searching for a life.
Blood drips from its lips,
Red against white.
The life it had found,
Has just seen the light.
Pile of skin and bones,
Abandoned in the woods,
Where a life once stood…
Under a harvest moon.
This cold, quiet, night,
It wanders through the woods,
Searching for a life.
Blood drips from its lips,
Red against white.
The life it had found,
Has just seen the light.
Pile of skin and bones,
Abandoned in the woods,
Where a life once stood…
Under a harvest moon.
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