A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
Mid Summer Hunt
Summer means,
Light exposure, tanning and sunburns but
The nights are still dark and
If I cry out loud enough, will it echo off the moon like light and
ripple down
On all of us who sit sleeping in the dark part of the mind?
A change is coming
I can feel it
My skin, sprouting hair
And my slender limbs are wrapping in muscle
There is a desire to bare teeth
Upon willing throats
To hunt in the dark
And to remove the leash of control
Son of fear, daughter of nightmare
Can you even comprehend the sensual dreams that sleep in the cracks of your brain
And we shall not all sleep, but we shall be changed.
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