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