The moon burbled louder in her veins
As the night slid over the city,
Echoes of organized bedlam entwined with
Deepening dark schemata.
Only the night was big enough to
Contain the primal hungers…
The debased urges controlling her.
The warm wind silently stirred her senses,
Driving her to move, to hunt, to conquer.
Shifting nervously, she felt alive as
Passion and yearning filled her…
Infused her soul with a vitality
Alone in a fragment of nothingness
In an endless midnight ocean that somehow managed to burn
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