It's just a random poem, idk if it can be even considered one |
The Moor Wind Across the bleak land Wind through the Irksome night Chilly wind Did thee not hear The desperate cries of lost souls? Mist, Covering branches of bare trees Clouds, Overshadowing the Bloody moon Earth and moaning souls Weeping and wailing As their bodies turn into bones "Beware, beware Glowing red eyes In the murkiness Beware, beware Never follow Trails of footsteps..." Howled the wind A figure stumbled slightly in the darkness His eyes glinting of curiosity. "Beware, beware Glowing red eyes In the murkiness Beware, beware Never follow Trails of footsteps..." Howled the wind He proceeded to his destiny To the val ley Shrouded by dead leaves where the large stones lied "Beware, beware for during the dark hours evil is exalted on this doomed land Beware, beware For the creature shall leap and blithe" Howled the wind The figure fastened his steps on the path The jinxed path took by his ancestors An intermittent galloping sound The tune of death The young man Turned his head A pair of glazing sanguine eyes Now staring at him And another shriek Pierces through the stuffy air "Beware, beware for during the dark hours evil is exalted on this doomed land Beware, beware For the creature shall leap and blithe" whimpered the wind woefully and melancholy |