under the red moon, br where the black flowers bloom br thou shall lose all will br while many see wonder, br beauty untold; br no one ever notices br the dark corners, br where those who whisper br songs of death br pray for and br someone save us br from the forest floor br br our minds, they have drifted br and ashes, have sifted; br confined to our dark flower buds br that will never bloom, br and where the sun is an illusion, br where happiness and laughter br dare not dwell br save us someone br from the forest floorbr br Shayli Harrisbr br