The bite came bloodless, tearing away
at a dead soul in search of fire...
Moon shards come down out of the clouds
that seem darker than the space beyond them...
I saw you as you once were
a reflection in a blade raised against the night
a being of moonlight in a distant world
smiling to yourself at some mystery...
When night falls, a prophet roams the streets
And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows—
Barricade against the call to arms
The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.
Come wayward to this place without sorrow
On a borderland between love and apathy
We know you are lost—all who come here are lost
And stay when they no longer wish to be found.
You like the rising moon give light to this land
Shrouded in night unending
Windows are opening to let in the cool breeze
Playing with the shadows you cast...