The woman s voice

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Tonight I heard a loud moaning
When was walking down the street.
The scream felt slowly crawling.
A shout became a surprising tease.

Nobody else’ve been standing,
And the windows didn’t move.
The glassed bottle of brandy
In my hand already shook.

So I drank instantly once more
To make sure that wasn’t real.
But the sound of an evil choir
Forced myself to feel again...

To feel an unwanted tremor
And suffer a woman’s voice.
I’m now reminded by my memory
To recall the tragic choice!

Instead of leaving soon away
Just somewhere in the alley
I forced myself to stay here,
Which’d later turn self-blaming.

The legs ran themselves forward
To discover the hidden truth.
Suddenly a face with scar
Appeared like a neck of goose.

Her long dark hair were shining
In the lights of pale moon,
And the young face was smiling.
There was nothing I could do.

She walked around my body
Dressed in a moonlight cloth.
My heart went insane and bloody
Due to feeling of coming loss.

Her beauty breathed deadly
On the skin of drunken man.
My leg was standing barely
On the line of burning hell.

So she silently came closer.
The teeth bit into my neck.
But I felt the smell of rose
While joining to the dead.

The blood flew out of mouth.
The end is coming soon.
My sight got almost drown,
Lightened by the moon.

So the woman took enough
And left the poor man’s body
In a scarlet paddle of blood
As soon as sun got rising.

But before being murdered
The victim thanked the eyes
Full of glory and the purity,
That surely did cost the price.