The lighting of the mystic moon
Brings me hope that he’ll come soon
Then Clouds of hate start rolling in
And the storm has just begin
The thunder starts up
As lightning comes down
All is a blaze
With a thick haze
Fear starts filling my head
He’s probably dead
All Alone all be
Please, oh please help me
Tears fill my eyes
My mind is filled with Why’s
I pick up a knife
In the hart I do stab
The a dark shadow appears
My knight is now here
But I will soon die
As my mind Filled with why’s
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