I stand alone under a full moon,
Trapped by the intoxicating desolation of the empty night.
I watched stars fade out and die,
Disappear into the void, consumed,
By suffering and sadness, woe and misery.
I opened my arms, let the shadows eat out my heart,
Let the oblivion fill my soul, with each breath I took.
My eyes, alas, could not shed a single tear,
They had burned out.
Yet the air around me shimmered with a haze,
A haze of pain, of silent screams and horror unexpressed.

I touch the warm embrace of fire,
Let the flames touch my defiled skin,
I watch in awe as the fire accepts what the world so desperately rejects,
Let the dancing fingers envelop my flesh,
I watch as I die,
Rotting inside and out,
I ride the Darkness,
I feast on solitude,
I thrive on the wine of loneliness.
Is it only pain that keeps me alive?

Why couldn’t you have left me,
Why did you have to interfere?
You could have let me stand underneath the full moon,
Watched me howl and drown myself in despair,
Let me unravel and fade away,
Slowly into the darkness of the night.

Why did you have to step in,
And turn around my life?
The illusion of a better tomorrow,
Is a trap that you lured me in.
The bitter poison of an emotion best caged,
Is the one that you exposed me to.

Yet even now,
As I learn to live as a shade again,
As I howl at the full moon,
I realize these are bitter rants,
On a withered soul.
A warrior is most vulnerable when he is injured,
And the one who saves his life,
He is indebted to that one.
He pledges not only his sword,
But also his soul.
Yet the saviour,
How is it any different for her?
Her task is to save, not to nurture.