The Midnight Moon begins to weep

The midnight moon begins to weep,

The darkness calling in mournful song,

A fate of lovers called to tryst amongst the briar heap.

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The sharpness of limbs, tongues, and thorns slicing deep

Pricking in the black, knowing not the pleasure in pain,

The midnight moon begins to weep.

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Intertwining flesh with wantonness seep,

Of light and moonlit play,

A fate of lovers called to tryst amongst the briar heap.

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Will thou not be forever mine, a love so endless deep,

When a broken face contorts in breathless sigh,

The midnight moon begins to weep.

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Time awaits when promises wont keep,

A burnt candle down to wick,

A fate of lovers called to tryst amongst the briar heap.

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Dalliances bubble and in fresh warmth reap,

Before they turn to ash,

The midnight moon began to weep,

A fate of lovers called to tryst amongst the briar heap.