On a Full Moon

I drink a cocktail of moonlight when the slivery glow is full. The savage intoxication of lust that grips my soul anew: Craving the heart, the beating life, the call that demands repast. Control is lost at the scent of blood; the drug a life that clings: the incur, no choice, resist I can’t, under the rays of my god.— The circular monolith and curse from times past — when I lost my way on that lonely road. The savagery untold, death was gone, the bite of truly evil. And now the girl, trembling of fear, I howl, the call is wild. Her red cloak shimmies under the soft night shine, a hint of taste delight. A feast on granny, then desert, the climax, oh shit! Here comes that woodsman.