• The air still,
    No sound to be heard,
    Only moonlight survives,
    In this dark, silent world.

    Crimson red,
    Glowing brightly,
    Not a voice was heard,
    On deaf ears.

    No one to help,
    No one to weep,
    Youth be gone,
    Under the moonlight.

    To be loved once more,
    From love never to be,
    All seeing eyes,
    Are blind to you.

    One blade,
    Shining bright,
    On the pale skin,
    And Crimson pain.

    The air still,
    No sound to be heard,
    Only moonlight survives,
    In this dark, silent world.