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A scream awoke those in the churchyard, a mad scream from the maiden lain there From death she awoke in the dark crypt From cold death and so full of despair. Shrouded she’d lain ‘pon altar of bone, So deep in her dream darkened repose, She was startled awake by a Godly light, Sure ‘n startled by His light she so rose. All alone, All alone, all alone…… Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary, through the church up the stairs so steep. Stout souls who had stirred from their slumbering Rose up and listened, as on did the fair maid weep. She bemoaned her roaming most unbidden, toward the curs’d cross guild of the Moon; through ash darkened paths ‘cross the midden, she stumbled blind ‘neath a maudlin red moon. In awe she entered the maze full of wanderlust, She’d trespassed though to her ‘twas unknown “Trespasser!” screeched the mad man so feverous. As he wildly lifted his bolt to his longbow. “You must go, NOW! Go now, JUST GO!” “But where?” said the wane wandering maid. “Where shall go, I’m so lost and so alone?” “Just GO!” said he, raising long bow high, “Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!” So, she was struck down in full moons light. like a doe had she tarried to long their; As the fletched bolt took flight and ended her life, in a wild torrent of her auburn brown hair. All alone, all alone all alone…… So, forewarned be thee in the full moons light All forewarned so thee be though alone N’er walk thee alone in the mad Moon’s maze Or thee’ll be raised on an alter of bone.

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Maiden's Moonlit Plight

A scream awoke those in the churchyard, a mad scream from the maiden lain there From death she awoke in the dark crypt From cold death and so full of despair. Shrouded she’d lain ‘pon altar of bone, So deep in her dream darkened repose, She was startled awake by a Godly light, Sure ‘n startled by His light she so rose. All alone, All alone, all alone…… Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary, through the church up the stairs so steep. Stout souls who had stirred from their slumbering Rose up and listened, as on did the fair maid weep. She bemoaned her roaming most unbidden, toward the curs’d cross guild of the Moon; through ash darkened paths ‘cross the midden, she stumbled blind ‘neath a maudlin red moon. In awe she entered the maze full of wanderlust, She’d trespassed though to her ‘twas unknown “Trespasser!” screeched the mad man so feverous. As he wildly lifted his bolt to his longbow. “You must go, NOW! Go now, JUST GO!” “But where?” said the wane wandering maid. “Where shall go, I’m so lost and so alone?” “Just GO!” said he, raising long bow high, “Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!” So, she was struck down in full moons light. like a doe had she tarried to long their; As the fletched bolt took flight and ended her life, in a wild torrent of her auburn brown hair. All alone, all alone all alone…… So, forewarned be thee in the full moons light All forewarned so thee be though alone N’er walk thee alone in the mad Moon’s maze Or thee’ll be raised on an alter of bone.