Moon Stroke The Poem?

It's a sickness I can not hide from,
The world spins and spins,
My body is pinned,
As I look to the sky,
My day and time goes by,
This cursed fate,
Unknown time and date,
My mind becomes sedate,
By the pale, white moon,
The eyes of the beast,
The bloody feast,
Another man's death is soon,
Why me why,
The wind goes by like a mournful sigh,
Twilight moon,
My sudden doom,
That sweeps over me in my gloomy, dark room,
Like an ancient broom,
In a heat of despair,
I howl and cry,
With a sudden boom,
The hunter has shot me dead,
With the pellet made of lead,
Now forever more,
The curse has tore,
My soul,
As the heroic bell tolls,
My death unrolls,
With no tear or no sob,
My heart stops it's continuous thump,
Now the evilness has stopped,
That's what everyone thought,
Until the beasts attacked,
And their revenge was bittersweet.
 
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