The eerie breath of the moon,
The shuddering thought of the stars,
dances over the engraved stone,
under the prison bars.
The chill in the midnight air,
The warmth of the beating heart,
Helps you breath as she's alive,
The relief, your punishment won't be harsh.
As she lives in the sadness of the sky,
And you live in the pain of the room,
For the ghost of past deceivers,
Enjoy watching you.
The walls have finally fallen,
And you're stuck in the treacherous doom,
I hope you'll be delighted,
She'll only last a few.
For the stars have stopped thinking,
And the moon's breath was cut short,
And the sky spotted you,
Lying in the dark.
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