LUNATIC

By Petty Dreadful

A night of colour washed away

           By silvery blankets of light.

                     A moon dog so large

                         It can only be a wolf

                    -predatory, keen and quick-

              All is under that hunter’s gaze

          Vulnerable, spotlighted

       Exposed.

       And I feel the call to run

   To dance in cascading beams

And howl into the abyss of the night

                     To tear flesh with my teeth

    And turn blood to black under her light.

Forgone is waking lucidity

                     I give myself over

And impale myself upon a crescent moon.

                                             I bleed infatuation

                                                               Obsession

            Spattering ravenous hunger and elation

To enrich the soil below

But this tar-black blood

-this offering-

Is it mine?

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