Tonight the moon stalks my steps,
it watches me with baleful stare
daring me to break my pact.
I know it wants a sacrifice
a body laid out on ice.
But I dare to return your stare.
These iron bars cast lines.
Lines I cannot cross.
Crimes enshrined in moonlight.
You stalk my mind, my soul, my dreams.
You keen to me, to be seen.
You beg more bad to be done, you stalk me when there's none.
My life, this pantomime
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Tonight the moon stalks my steps,
it watches me with baleful stare
daring me to break my pact.
I know it wants a sacrifice
a body laid out on ice.
But I dare to return your stare.
These iron bars cast lines.
Lines I cannot cross.
Crimes enshrined in moonlight.
You stalk my mind, my soul, my dreams.
You keen to me, to be seen.
You beg more bad to be done, you stalk me when there's none.
My life, this pantomime
Request permission to use this poem