Its half past twelve and the moon is full
I peep through my window & feel the pull
I see her walking the lane draped in white
She walks effortlessly the queen of the night
Many men may follow her never to return
What a hard lesson they forget to learn
Beauty is all that she is a spirit gone wild
How they follow her innocent like a child
She makes you want her again and again
Promising to take away forever your pain
I see her walking the lane draped in white
She walks effortlessly the queen of the night
She lures them to the shadows of the hour
Finishing off one after the other by the hour
Her long black tresses rise and fall in the air
She looked more beautiful than ever I swear
Time is up for her as night dissolves into day
She hurries to the nearest tree where she lay
Waiting for the night to capture another prey
She smiles again thinking how they all betray
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