One Last Goodbye

The moon is full,
The time is right,
For blood to spill,
This wicked night,
Her stride is swift,
Her head held high,
This shall be,
Their last goodbye,
Her blood boils,
Her soul full of rage,
Time to release,
The beast from it's cage,
She clutches the knife,
At her side,
As she recalls,
Every time he lied,
She was his victim,
For to long.
No longer will he win,
She will be strong,
He will suffer,
For his crime,
She pulls the knife,
It is his time.