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Red Moonlight

Under the red moon,
Where the black flowers bloom
Thou shalt lose all will.
And believe the only way out is to kill

The golden sun will show.
And the sad goddess will go.
The wind will cry.
And death is nigh.

All is not lost.
But what will be the cost?

By Jasmin Carter

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  • Gamefreak
    September 30

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    Short but sweet

    yet another wounderful write. love the old english in there. believe doesn't really go well in line four it sounds better with out it but all in all it was a great write. Look forward to writing more continue the great work.