love kills under a blood red moon

they don't like what they see
they don't dis-aprove on the other hand

the night creatures walk closer
but dare not to touch

the moon looks down
and has that look
"don't stare at me like that !"

they all think one thing or the other
dare not to speak up
dare not speak loud

they fly overhead
questioning the things that happen

as if i don't seem to know
but i do
I DO
know she is not from the same pool
should i care ?

i told her
a thing of old
how some were slain

she does not know all
but worse
they heard

i have told her little
she does not yet need to know
she knows enough
but the more she will hear
the more they will fear

they look at us
from places unreachable
for them a save place
for us save
as they can not reach that far

i don't like to put the strain on you
none of you
but know
it will grow
as my love will
and this small smile
will shine so horribly bright
there will be a day
when we walk
we will be the light
in the night
and no one will see
blinded and full of fright

this happend before
this will happen soon
love will grow
under a blood red moon !

she knows little
she knows enough
she feels like I
a thing called love

LOVE KILLS !
remember that
love kills
and we love

she is not from "our" pool
but she eats
just the same !

they will come down
SOON
they will try
they will cry
when there is
a blood red moon

our love grows
so do our wings
feather and leather
scalles and fur
wissle and pur
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