An Affair With the Moon

AN AFFAIR WITH THE MOON

The moon shone on my face
Maddening purple hue spread across the sky
There he was, sitting, in a daze
Consumed by the life gone by.

I knew he could not see me
For his mind was captured by the sins of his like
One could see the tears glitter in the moonlight
I saw, my heart throbbed, painfully, awhile.

There lay a body on the ground
Drenched in red, the white garb glistened,
My body shuddered as he moved his fingers, around
Encircling the paleness of the beauty’s features.

After a moan, a cry, a smile arose on the bloodsucker
There seemed to be no voice in me, but as I stepped back
He set his eyes on me, and I moved not an inch
For the grandeur that countenance had, none could ever match.

The glowing skin, the enigma of his evil
Bound me, as he trampled the grass to reach me
My hand moved, and pricked, the silent ooze of crimson
The finger had touched a fateful thorn.

Those eyes! I could not look into them
For they bore into me, with neither vexation nor appeasement
But a simple look of overpowering honesty,
And Calmness that could kill.

Oh! The feel of one absolutely powerless!
A moment later, a scream evolved
There I lay, covered in sweat and tears
It was an affair with the moon, the sky under which I had slept.