The ghost who walks.

Una canción que me ha sacado de mi bloqueo escribiendo una parte del fic "MOBD"

The ghost who walks she's on the prowl
For the man she loved he cut her down
It was an ordinary night in June
When he drove her to the lake
So he could watch the full moon

The ghost who walks she's on the prowl
For the man she loved he laid her down
In the tall grass he kissed her cheek
But with her knife in his hand
He plunged it in deep

She looked at him with pleeding eyes
He softly spoke my dear love has died
And then he muffled her desperate cries under the moonlight

The ghost who walks she's on the prowl
Wonders in the moonlight she's crying to herself because
His eyes never looked fooled
But the moon and the blade
It shimmered like a jewel

She looked at him with pleeding eyes
He softly spoke my dear love has died
And then he muffled her deadly cries under the moonlight

Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight