Awaken by the moonbeam
I strode past the rose garden...
Not knowing what lead me where..
As I felt the ground harden
The clouds deprived me of the last bit of light
As I stood there with fear, terrible fear
Unsure of what I was wearing or doing
The tears made my vision unclear
The air was heavy with despair...
Carrying a familiar stench
My squinted eyes were opened wide
Only to notice the blood on the bench
I took a step behind then began to look back
A trail of blood leading to my foot tracks
The clouds parted and the moon shed light
To what I was blind to, that horrible night
My feet soaking in a puddle of blood
Which I thought was the Midnight dew
Not warm at all, but cold as ice
Freezing time and everything...