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.
