Moonlight, shining at dusk's peak.
The lake glitters and swans hide in the reeds.
I walk across the water,
hand in hand with the water spirit.
She laughs in delight,
spinning me till dizzy.
I have nothing, yet I have everything.
How am I to be alone?
When I am surrounded by billions of souls.
Call me a fool,
call me a liar.
But even I do not understand my hollow heart.
It's haunted and chilled,
in a place of warmth.
Irreplaceable, deceased and cold,
I am yet.
For a fair maiden can be cursed.
And the wolf in me will hunt.
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