No More Tears to Cry

Never cry on the night of a new moon,
When the sky is dark and starless.
Never shed tears with the notes of a tune
During a midnight dark and parolus.

The little girl ran heavy and far
Along the empty, eery cobblestone.
On her brow hung a deep scar
The reason for existance, unknown.

Empty, weary, she collapsed upon the street
With tears flowing from her sad eyes.
"Oh why must my mother mistreet
Me so?" The innosent child cried.

Alone on the moonless night,
The little girl's cries heard by one
Standing in the streetlight bright.
A figure watched as silent as a nun.

Shrouded in black to blend in the dark,
Ends curled and twisting in unnatural form
And the striped scarf, with white standing stark
against the black, swirling storm.

One foot placed forward, followed by the other
With scarf dragging on cold ground,
He approced the sobbing chid, or rather,
Staleked her as a hungry hound.

"Why does it leak such salty tears?"
The figure asked as a snake would hiss.
With a choking gasp, she looked up in fear.
"Sir, I only tried to give mother a kiss."

The strange man cooed and stoked her head,
Sitting down on the curb beside.
"Child, so much you must have bled
Not on your skin, but your heart inside."

The little girl nodded, biting her lip.
"Why must I always cry, good sir?
It hurts so much, like a rip
In my heart, the tears and blood a blur."

The srange figure grined, pulling her close.
A twisted finger whiped a tear away.
"I can help you, I suppose,
To lead those nasty tears astray."

The little girl smiled, nodding in his arms.
"Oh would you please? Banish them forever."
The girl turned up to the stranger's face of charm,
But smile faded as her joy was severed.

The stanger, where two eyes should've been
There were only dark, empty holes
An abyss of night laying endlessly within.
They hungered, wanting for her toll.

To late to scream, the creature reached
For the delicious, frightened eyes of the girl.
Claws diging in with a hedious screech,
Blood dripped down where tears had once swirled.

The first one poped out without any delays
And rolled to stare at the moonless sky
With a brilliant blue gaze,
But clouded and red with scarlet dye.

The other held on, reluctant to be free,
But with a little effort and a mighty tug,
The eye broke and fell onto his knee
Where he picked it up, gazing at it like a drug.

The little girl shook with terror and fright,
Blood and gore dripping from the gapeing
Holes, blackness where once she had sight,
Crimson liquid falling as tears were once escapeing.

Her sightless gaze turned up as if to observe
The hellish creature still sitting beside
Who held her eyes by the optic nerve,
As a child desplaying his trophy with pride.

"Now, my child, withought these eyes so hideous,
You have no more need to sigh."
The man whispered in her ear most insidious.
"Now, there are no more tears to cry."

"Wait! Wait! Return my sight!
This is not what I wanted, not what I asked!"
Too late, the creature had gone, taken flight.
She stumbled to her feet, insistant on her task.

Following shadows and shades,
Chasing whispers and moans,
Into the icy river she wade,
Her cries on the wind were blown.

Fortnights passed before she was found,
Bloated and rotting and blue
Washed up upon the sandy ground
Eyeless sockets stairing though.

So, remember, my child, you must,
Never cry on the night of a new moon
Or you may fall victum to the hell we disscussed
And never again see the light of noon.