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The Darkest Night
The grey skies covers the blood full moon
A lady in a white long cheongsam dress stands
In the land of corpses
Corpses of Humans, Orcs, Goblin and Chimeraes in fire
Were all wounded, stabbed and cutt off
In their different parts of their evil bodies
Her hands were sustained by its their black and dark red blood
Sharp as a knife that cuts through flesh
Yet so strong and shiny as glass been alight by the rays of the moon
By the wind blows away the smoke through the fire
Of genocide,death, evil and darkness
Her sweet fragile scent of perfume remains to her stainded dress
Hostile,nonetheless-coldness and mystery pervails to her eyes
She look down to the corpses-burning with the face of fear and failure
Emotionlessly,then walk gracefully away to the battlefield
Dismissed to the light of solitude and tragedy
Simple but elegant on her ways
Covered with her looks and wisdom kills deeply within
Maiden of the blood moon and tragedies
Wandering upon the unfaired world with her emotions sealed to her heart
Forever..
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