Tears
When the moon is dark
And the wind is cold
Blood flows from my soul
Blade cuts flesh
Teeth rip afresh
Life force I crave
To take to my grave.
Screams silent
In the night
Bound by breath
There is no death
For the broken heart
Ancient wisdom I impart
Gifts of the dark I bestow
Allowing the pain to grow
Shadows fall by my side
From all the tears
I have cried
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