In the golden-hued beauty, of the noonday sun,
  The wind swept its power, o’er what had been done,
  Grass swished in the wind and sent chills down my spine,
  As the madness of last night, was swept through my mind,
  I thought of the darkness, and of much colder wind,
  I thought of their chilled looks, of the way they’d sinned,
  Their madness was burning, and on it’s way out,
  It tore at their souls so much, they would shout,
  They leapt in the cold air, they screamed out their chant,
  And there in the moonlight, they fumed in a rant,
  With fast deadly knife they tore through the flesh,
  Of the victim they’d captured and tied up in mesh,
  They killed him so slowly, and fed on his soul,
  He died in such torture, like yesterday’s foal,
  I’ve witnessed these killings, so many they’ve done,
  That I’d rather die here, in the bright peaceful sun.

                                                               Ktwilight

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