Silver MoonThrough the forest paths they move silently
Two forms hidden by the night
Carrying black roses in their hands
As they pass beyond the moons soft light
Their satin gowns barely brush the ground
The only sound an occasional breath
Creatures scurry away at their approach
Fearing certain death
Within the darkness a glimpse can be seen
Of the evil in their eyes
From their haven they emerge
To destroy more life that they despise
Over a fence they gracefully jump
They make no sound as they reach the other side
Not even the slightest thump
Their target is a young girl
Sleeping peacefully in her bed
Their approach is masked in shadow
But to their eyes everything is already red
The black roses they lay down
Gently on her bed
They are places very percisely
Two by her feet and two by her head
From the darkness there is a flash of light
As a dagger is pulled
They had made their decision
Her life was now annuled
The young girl screamed
A song to their souls
As their dagger found its place
A new shea