That haunting, taunting moon; illuminating the immune
A collection of survivors make up this platoon
Hardy souls that refuse to give up this fight
Traversing the chaos that has been strewn
Searching with the hope of a loon
For a way out of this cursed lagoon
Dying to find an end to this plight
Knowing there is no end in sight
Resisting the urge to succumb to the croon
Of that haunting, taunting moon
Hiding in the shadows to survive this maroon
Waiting for that moment most opportune
To finally escape this horrific night
Try, try, try though you might
You'll never escape the tune
Of that haunting, taunting moon

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