Color Me Black

Call her Moon child Dancing in the shallows of a river

Lovely Moon child

Dreaming in the shadow of the willow.

Talking to the Trees of the Cobwebs strange

Sleeping on the steps of a fountain

Waving silver wands to the Night-birds song

Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

She's a moon child

Gathering the flowers in a garden

Lovely Moon child

Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

Sailing on the wind

in a milk white gown

Dropping circle stones on a sun dial

Playing hide and seek

With the ghost of dawn

Waiting for a smile from a sun child.

-King Crimson; Moonchild 

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The tension in the air was thick.

Captured within the room and stuck there within the closed door as the few people present at the meeting sat staring at one another.

A tall man rose, dominant above the others, clearly the Alpha of the pack. He looked at the faces of horror that spread across the couple that were sitting holding hands tightly.