The islander man was caught hopeless
Scent of blood was in the air
Hunters were ready for despair
Full Moon was rising
Gave comfort to the man
But he was not man anymore
Lack of silver made them red
With red the floor was painted
Of blood they were tainted
For the man was no man anymore.
That much blood? He was a girl on her period!
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