Nocturnal Illusions - Continued
		4) The weeping stopped now, He takes the shovel in his condemed hand - But time moved for too fast, For it is far too late. He moves the earth slyly in the wane of the midnight moon. She lays there now, Still and Beautiful, Naked and Nails all bloody. He sighs a mournful sigh, For he knows he has sinned. 5) Her beauty made her Death's Princess - is sinful act made him Satans Saviour. Now dressed in only a gown of stars to hide her from the searing shadows, She lays asunder with the trees so withered they seem to weep for her/ And he walks away from the sight never to return again.
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