On the night of the moonlight fade,
Strides the shadow of gray,
Licking at the heels of it's master,
There is no demon, no evil,
But a ghost of no past,
No future, no present,
It walks down the streets of blood,
Singing to the tune of its once
live soul, but is no more,
This is the moonlight serenade....
by, sxj6
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