Biding time, feeling rhyme,
Lost and found for your sake,
To the altar of gods lupine
To the deepest ache
Memory sicken, pulse quicken,
Giving the blind a keener sight,
The blessed curse which I am stricken,
The child of the night,
Moon is full, feel her pull,
Form heightens the sense,
This hungering too powerful,
The meet, meat of recompense,
Eternal stars, bear the scars,
Of the forever drunken black,
Not all cages made of bars,
And hope won’t bring it back.
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