Wicked Moor #1: Silent Craving

We were heading out to the moor

where we always sit;

just below the moonlight.

But as soon as a realized it, I felt rushing pain up my neck,

no, it went up my mind and into the grass.

I looked at him, but felt no pain.

Utterly, I fell on the moor, and my spirit dying upon my body.

"Help!" I screamed,

But it was too late.

May my spirit rest in peace.

Forever until I wake up, and get my revenge.