Moonlight
She can feel the full moon drawing her, closer, and closer.
Eyes open wide, her pupils suffused over her green eyes.
Slowly turning her soul black, the moonlight whispered her name.
She followed the voice that extended across the land.
She followed the voice that extended across the land.
Each step drawing her closer to darkness, and to no return.
She arrived at the edge of the forest stopping dead in her tracks.
She looked back glancing once more at what she was leaving behind.
Looking straight ahead she heard the voice, "Come on."
She took one step further into the woods and then quickly vanished.
Only if she was warned before hand.
The full moon is a siren waiting to take its next victim.
So never trust the moonlight, and if you do then you just might be next.
