world's curse

When moonlight sparkles, a new night unfolds, Echoes of the day linger, its stories retold. Monsters roam freely, while humans take flight, Shadows entwine, cloaked in the night. But when the moon glistens with a crimson hue, The true battle awakens, a haunting debut. The blood of the innocent drips from the sky, A reminder of the darkness that never says goodbye. This is our realm, shaped by our strife, The curse of our world, the burden of life. In the depths of our minds, the shadows reside, Where nightmares and whispers both flourish and bide.