When Night Takes Over

When the dawn is done and the day has passed, I creep out into the dark feeling free at last.
With the moon up above me and my shadow down below, I run through the night until the final bell toll.
I am not a human nor am I a beast, I am a melancholic creature prowling for a feast.
The words of a scholar or the thoughts of a poet, I feast upon their works not knowing what I will receive.
The words to a love that has long since passed, the story of a mortal going out with a blast.
With the moon now ahead of me and the sun at my back, I retreat to my hole to shorten the list of what I lack.
When the night takes over at the days end, I venture into the darkness to start once again.