Moon, my dearest friend and lover,
Yours is the only light I can see!
But the bright of your pale white cover
Still holds no warm touch when it touches me...
Can it be real?
Am I truly dead,
though still wandering in the shades of a life?
This cold coffin will forever be my bed
and you, pale moon, my sweet companion and wife...
They're over, the sleepless days, for me,
The sun's my most cruel enemy...
So, how can you, fair moon, hold such a love
For my merciless killer, shining up above?
Now I roam all alone in the dark corners of night
awaiting for my prey, away from every sight...
When I drain a fair body, my lonely heart cries
and you can see, queen of night, the tears in my eyes...
1996
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