Innocence

The red moon creeps across the midnight sky,

Tearing apart the stars so beautifully lie,

With blades of blood screamingly cutting through the heart,

The heart of an innocent maiden it tore apart.

The eerie sounds of the crow,

ringing at the corner of her ear,

The winds so strong causing trees to bow,

In a night of a beautiful year.

There she stood with grims of despair,

There she stood with tears of pain,

She yearns for the sun to rise array,

Where life would mark a new beginning.

Michelle