Under the red moonlight

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Unusually, the light of the cursed moon turned crimson. Winds shushed the shore to silence. Red moonlight barely survived as it passed through the thorny bloodstained bushes, gently fading away, into a void of unknown darkness. Crimson clouds, fled away in fear, away from the haunted face of the mystified moon. Silhouetted under the red moonlight, lifeless tress surrendered to the prevailing rays of death. The sinister, sour sense of blood clouded the rutted narrow pathways. 

Werewolves howled under the red moonlight as if awaiting this dreadful day. Darkness dwelt in the sky,  wavering over the daunting red light, of the blood-thirsty moon. Under the red moonlight, headless bodies piled up, reeking of bewitched blood. Rotten blood drained into the silent rusty river, slowly. Vile, smug leeches, crawled out the dead river, sucking blood completely out of the murdered humans. 

Winds whooshed, unraveling bodiless skulls, across the blood-stained floor. Whispers of innocent lives, made their way up the empty skies with a fearful trill, once again, drawn down by the demons of the cursed land. Under the curse of the demons that ripped apart souls, the petrified land shone, with darkness. Under the red, murderous moonlight and the crimson land, humanity stood dumbfounded. 

By SSB