Moon lit Betrayal

Lies roll off jilted tongue
Inquisitor and Accused
The nomad dies, broken man
Innocent! A woman cries
Betrayed by unholy hand
Blood spilt, depraved and twisted
Far away, As the dark moon rises
May gods only know,
What happened later that strange and eerie night
Oh cruel are the ways of the dead

The End

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