Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Luna she is.

High is the full moon
yet so close it seems
It is, power it is
It fuels me, makes me
pulsing with life
Taking over my mind,
My soul, my heart

and my body
Luna, she is

and I her slave
Master and owner she is

and I, hers I am

Growl she says

Growl, i do.
Run, kill feed
Blood, food, bones
EAT! EAT! EAT!
Eat, I do.
Kill, KILL! KILL!
Kill, I do.

No control, no shred of humanity
My soul, I have, oh I have

darkened and black
Evil has come

taken her boon

I am still, sharp teeth

colored red.


Red of pain, misery


suffering
Red over the white
no longer innocent
No longer kind

Red of a fresh kill

taken

I stand sill

humanity lost
My fur on end

mind of blood-lust
I stand still

Cursing at the new moon
That's never close enough to touch.


Desire rise
blood calls
a sinful, sensuous siren
It's madness
filled with great sadness

I stand still cursing

the untouchable moon



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback