Moon is the dark.
Dark is the Moon.
Darkest when is full.
It dark lights the night.
It brings me and others
to the playground of disarray.
Creatures like me
homeless, heartless.
Looking for whatever is there beyond.
Wild, unchained.
Hungry, thristy.
Well aware of the danger.
Yet tasting the bitter sour taste.
Following the path
marked by smell
of flesh, blood.
Desire in its full.
The foreigner lust.
The wanting.