• I look to the stars
    And to what do I see
    A red crescent moon
    Shining down upon me

    Its richness consumes
    Its shape mesmerizes
    It takes a new form
    Blood makes it change sizes

    My grin it is crooked
    My face it is shattered
    My dagger be soaked
    The red moon is quite flattered

    It shines a bright crimson
    Its shape now be round
    My arm is now empty
    All my blood on the ground