On Moonlit HillA Poem by Creepy Swine GuyJust so you know where I'll be.
On moonlit hill I contemplate
The whimsy of the lady, Fate.
In her wind I twist, I flail.
I flutter like an unbound sail.
On moonlit hill I sit with stars.
I plead they tell me where you are.
They do not speak, they do not tell.
They leave me to my mortal Hell.
On moonlit hill I sit alone
Awaiting love to lead me home.
I miss your look, I miss your touch.
I guess I loved you far too much.
On moonlit hill is where I'll be,
If ever you should pine for me
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