My heart is a slave to that which is lunar. My vessels carry the tide. My darkest fears lie in the shadows. Feeding the rage inside. And ever so often when the moon is full, and man becomes as wolf. The demon comes calling at a mighty gallop. He tramples me under hoof. He knows my strength lies in honor and trust. Yet, he deceives me with his lies. I must make ready my sword to thrust. I must prepare to die. Inside and out, darkside and light, I fear the coming tide. For the battle grows near as I lie in wait, Alone, on the dark side.
Reason for writing:
The pain and desire for revenge
that inspired me to write this poem
is long sinsed past.
Birth sign: Not entered
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