Across the field of blood and dirt.
Where shadows danced, a twisted urge,
A heinous deed, a shattered heart.
The moon, a silver, cold eye,
Glared down on the scene of pain.
A whispered plea, a silent cry,
A life extinguished, lost in vain.
The scent of fear, a heavy shroud,
Hung thick upon the chilling air.
The killer's laugh, a mocking crowd,
A heinous act, beyond compare.