Death-trap amoung the moore..

Hear the steps with a melody so stern,
Dancing across the pavement.

The day was getting deeper,
The clouds were drawing together.

The fog draining out,
The mist so thick it's impossible to see.

Stepping closer and drawing near,
The Moore got closer.

Walking past, and faster she goes,
A shadow and foot steps were heard.

No one to be seen,
But a shadow who was alone.

Motionless like a renegade,
His weapon glistened and gave a shine.

For she didn't know his secret,
Or that she was under the gun.

Nothing could help her,
There was nothing she could do.

All alone they saw her,
But alive she was still.

The shadow let out a chuckle,
And drew closer to her ear.

A little whisper wouldn't hurt her,
But the weapon can kill.

Nothing else she can hear except words so sore,
As it echoed along the misty Moore.

For no one but her can hear his words
He's only visible to her eyes.

He's words of death and violence,
Ran through her ear drums.

The shadows weapon full of revenge,
As he held it to her head.

The fog surrounded only them,
The passers by cannot see the violence of a renegade inside.

For nothing can she escape,
Can she move at all.

Trapped inside a death trap,
Beside a misty Moore.

The weapon was aimed,
Were he held it before.

The trigger was pulled,
Pulled beside the misty Moore.

For now the fog has disappeared,
And the shadow gone in a hurry.

She wasn't left were she was before,
But for her renegaded body now lay on the Moore.