Stalking Moon
The pagan dark in onyx screams
as slow I walk this unclad street
in opal light of shadow dreams,
the stalking moon my frozen friend,
beneath whom all my sins portend,
until the dawn my soul redeems.
My taunting fears I cannot see,
but still I sense them 'round me traipse
somewhere on my periphery.
I waken all at once upright
as silent lays the haunting night.
The piercing moon still over me.
10/10/17
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