Softly whispering to me,
the moon calls.
She sends light into the darkness,
confounding with the solitude:
Driving away and yet creating deeper shadows.
Wide-eyed, she lusts for fear,
the child of night.
Across the meadow,
My eyes catch glimpses of her ebony Get
moving secretly, watching.
The gentle swaying of wooden fingers
sends twitching shadows
across the moist grass,
stained black by the fallen silver.
The silence, screaming loud
gives voice to her murmuring.
Leaden limbs drag me westwards,
Towards her coldly grinning face.
Undeniable features which are not
Stare blindly into my flickering soul;
I am here only by her bidding.
Drums inside me shriek
and still I move onwards,
Toward the sound of my fear and longing
A lazy wind plays around me
Sweeping through this cooling form.
Time long must have passed,
I ache to return to my distant home
Yet evil beauty fills my heart.
Here I stand.
Drowning in the icy waters of my heart’s desires,
The cold grasp of wishes fulfilled
Clasping my soul…..