The Moor
When the wind called,
I understood and fell into a thorny wood
Where blood was kept
from wandering eye and left for me
To sift and scry
The mystery, a puzzle set
Unveiled by lies and broken bets
Was left to rot among the moor
Was absent from my closet door
A letter sent, but who's it for?
A distant light from me to you
To light a blackened avenue
Where terror comes to set you free
And cast your body to the sea
Your blood washes on the shore
Absorbed by earth, I go once more
To understand your life before
The hollowed, deathly moor...
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