Dance under the moon
With ghost and fang
Around an old tree
In which crab apples hang
Sing an eerie hymn
Chanting with the dead
Under the canopy of stars
In which nightmares have fled
Pray a darker prayer
To the bluest moon
Next to your bed
Under which doom does loom
Dream the dream of dreams
In the deepest of slumber
drift to a place
In which ghosts plot and plunder
Live the longest death
Forget who you truly are
Kill off all the ghosts
That which held a star
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