The Full Moon

As I rounded the curve of the very dark unlit highway, I spotted her. Shining beneath her haunted veil - the full moon. Hung exquisitely in a gorgeously eery sky. I've never believed this whitish full circle of treasure belonged exclusively to the darkness, to the night alone. She belonged to the poet, to the dreamer, to the wandering ponderer. To those who long to reach a full circle inside their aching soul. And she does, but she belongs to both creatures dead and alive, who are summoned to emerge, triggered by an ancient instinctual drive, in the dark shadows down below her glowing beauty on earth. While I'm magnetically drawn to gazing at her slipping in and out of the wolf colored clouds. She, the moon, is a dark magical conductor, like electricity, to evil. And as I gazed at the dark dripping beauty of a full moon contained night. A vampire, full of hunger for my veins full of blood gazed at me from behind the giant oak tree. The full moon is fuel for the vampires need to crunch into the calligraphy of blue veins on my porcelain skin and drink my dark red blood of narcissistic pain. Now that is the flavor of filet mignon to the vampire. Although the vampire should be an abyss, a void when it comes to feeling and baring emotions. He is not. He's in love with her despair. It's dark melody, how deep, delicious and she's with pain would taste. This is all very poetic, how I would have liked for it to happen, but it is not. For if you invite evil, it will come. And it will not be romantic......