by Sara Daw

Created on: November 09, 2009

You call to me through starlit sky,

I cannot heed; not if I try,

Your silver fronds invade my brain,

You make me doubt that I am sane,

I feel my pulse begin to beat,

I feel alive; I feel the heat,

You beckon me with wicked light,

This is a battle I cannot fight,

And so I stand beneath your gaze,

As mortals sleep in silent haze,

I follow as you softly call,

A shadow in a hooded cowl,

My soul becries; it needs to rest,

The moon ignores; it knows me best,

I search for life to give me sight,

There is no peace; just cold, Moonlight.

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