What Lay Beneath the Moonlight?
An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light,
Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night.
Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking near?
Or was it just the moonlight and an old, remembered fear?
Secrets lay beneath the soil that none alive now know,
Evil deeds long buried beneath the moon’s soft glow.
Moonlight Can Be Murder By the Fright of the Silvery Moon
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