Red Moon

Running to nowhere or
somewhere, she feels alone.

The moon is full tonight,
yet it shines strangely upon her sorrow.

Misunderstood nymph,
the woods give you so much love.

Once trees provide a seat,
she looks to the blood-red moon.

She is sadly no more.

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