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Creasent moon

Look at the gleaming shine of the creasent moon
Gaze at it threw the glazed eyes of a peasants gloom
Wasn't ever much but destined for doom
Just listened to the vibes of the silent room
A room so quiet you could hear a violet bloom
The blooming violet in the hands of a sighing groom
The groom sighing and crying cause he knows not whom

Whom who fed his bride a scentless fume
A fume now not only in the bride but the violets too
Now over the groom a deep darkness looms
It looms over the head of only this now lonely groom.
This lonely groom now consumes as much darkness before it reaches 2 and cries for the rest to avoid that damned creasent moon.
Written by DaPurpleDino712
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