My Moon

The night comes, my Life has just begun.

I don't see Dark, just Night.

I see the Moon, and that is all.

I fear no evil, no Dark, 'cause it's all a lark.

As the night comes, I feel more alive.

More awakened.

The beast within me begs to be released,

but when she enters my mind, it quiets.

Her presence, her touch, her feel of skin, quiets the beast.

And the beast becomes gentle.

The Moon, she is the Moon.

And I revolve around her.

The End

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