She's lost in the silent woods but no one cares. Following a song that made her poor heart dance. Music from long, long ago. Driven to crying by a world that's mad. "Feel no sorrow, feel no pain. Feel no hurt there's nothing gained."She would have said had she not gone mad. The shadow of the moon was the only hope she had and when that was gone, so was she. Spirits had led her way, the path glowing from lighting, but it was too late for her music had died. She danced the night away, gone mad by her beloved shadow of the moon.