• Curse of the moon

    The days went by and the sky turned red
    The trees were dieing but she still said
    That change would come, though not so soon
    Some day some time, at night by moon

    Still time went by and things got worse
    So in despare she set a curse
    A sacrafice shall be made
    And afterwards one shall fade

    A year went by without a moon
    But then one day at time by noon
    The time was near, we shall be saved
    But just before we got betrayed

    Afterwards all things went right
    Day was day and night was night
    At last the sacrafice had been made
    ’Twas her, by moon light, the accepted trade