In Dark of moon a cloud did cast a despairing glance did last with its walls a knight carried a vengfull soul, a weight to bear to hate and fear.
It hurt his very soul the days grew long and dry he knew he would love no more.
But her heart did sing as his went woe, he wished and longed for hers.
He sang and danced for maiden fair, it seemed his cares was gone.
But her love unsure his hate grew near as he raved and raged for her love.
And in his rage and hate he pulled and pushed and her singing heart went smash across his face, and hands, and chest he did cry. For he realized that the hate and fear would live with him till the sands of time drew cold.
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