Chapter 82 — How many more?

Chapter 82 — How many more?

When the sun begins to set,

And the day is almost done...

In the woods, you best forget,

To walk alone when night's begun.

Looks as pale as the moon,

Eyes blue like summer sky...

Her children two, just like her soon,

Their hungry, golden stare will make you cry!

How many more?

To understand must wander in?

How many more?

Must disappear?