Blood Moon

As I sit

Underneath a sky

Crisscrossed by twinkling lights,

I thirst

For your scent.

In that warm glow

Left by the burning moon

I bleed with passion.

Alone.

I howl my miseries to the wind

Till a shiver

Crawls up their spines,

And they come

In hordes

To hunt the wolf,

Not knowing

That it is I,

Who hunts them.

They knock and crash against trees

They snap twigs

Ungainly mortals

Who do not know the art

Of the predator.

Silently,

I slink through the shadows

The moon aiding me,

By flitting behind the clouds,

Deepening the darkness,

Enhancing their fear.

A sister howls,

Echoing my raging soul

And they stop,

Frozen in time.

I step out of the shadows.

No more hiding now.

We look each other

In the eye.

A flash of white is all they see

before my coat

Is stained red

With the weight of their sins

Now washed away

By the cooling rain.

Solace.

I know I'll have to pay

For this

With my life.

It was worth it, love.

All that burning rage gone,

I am filled with emptiness,

And I will mourn

And mourn again

Singing eerie lullabies

To the sleeping moon.