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NIGHT DEMON

(Vincent’s Song)

I am the Moon-Man, imprisoned yet free.

Do not expect any mercy from me.

Blood I will take, until there is none,

so you and your victims will be buried as one.

Moon-Man, Moon-Man, violent and strong,

sustained in new life to make right the wrong.

Your victim cries out as your knife plunges down,

but Moon-Man is on you without even a sound.

Your throat disappears in a mouthful of gore,

and your murderous heart will not beat anymore.

Moon-Man, Moon-Man, prowling the night,

killing the wrong and defending the right.

She screams when you grab her, she struggles and moans,

but I am there quickly to make you atone.

She shrieks in her fright, not of you, but of me,

as I splatter your organs to help set her free.

Moon-Man, Moon-Man, protecting the dear,

but aching inside for the beauty so near.

She calls to me sweetly and then once again,

but still I must flee her because of the pain.

Her voice it reminds me of a departed one dear,

who once came to love me in spite of her fear.

The one who is with me, in the face of our son,

the sound of his laughter, the good things he’s done.

So I wander the streets, a dark creature of night,

destroying the wrong and defending the right.

Moon-Man, Moon-Man, passionate and free,

locked in the bonds of an old memory.