more god damn poetry

The full moon rises

Hovering, a spectacle

Showering its gentle light

Upon my form in its eternal rest

The sky’s eyes staring upon the image

A blanket of red coating my carcass

With clawed vampiric hands stabbing into me

I am breathless,

Entirely still

Forever a meal

To the beastly brutes

That shall so often gather

Around my stiff, frail corpse.

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