Under The Moon
Maybe it’s because I’m in the middle of writing Reborn Bloodlines, the sequel to Twisted Bloodlines (more info here!), but I’m feeling quite appreciative of the moon. It’s just inherently magical to me, in the way that it changes form every night, from crescent to full moon and everything in-between, and everything that you see under moonlight seems otherworldly in a rather beautiful yet eerie way. I’ve got a lot of thoughts, in any case, and my thoughts always seem to work themselves into poetry, so here you go!
Under The MoonWith soft fingers against my cheek,
and quiet teeth against my neck,
she told me that I–as we sat there,
with silver light dancing on our skin–
could have the world, and that she,
as best she could, would give it to me.
A shivering moment held itself in the air,
as her words drifted, like music notes,
into my waiting, trembling ear, and I
let my gaze fall into the dark water,
rippling as a breeze stroked it gently;
my heart sang melodies under the moon.
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