The midnight moon casts smaller shadows,
Fearful rodents scuttle near.
Vicious black thoughts move within her mind,
Flowing forth like cleansing tears.
The blade in her hand does carve in blood
complex figure eights so clear,
Her eyes in the gloom become quite hard
Dark compassion draws you near,
She feels the power rising on the windů
Through her hands she tastes your fear.
She spins you round the circle she made,
Whirling through the nights dark sphere.
She carves fell cuts all around your heart
Filling them with love so dear.
A faltered stepů the magic would break
So she dances firm and clear.
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