Hunger Moon

The moon is out and I am hungry.
I will prowl your fallow fields
and wander into darker places.
I am starving.
I am hungry.

Your soul is what I crave, my dear
the very part of you not shared.
Open for me. Let me in. Let me feed.
I am ravenous.
I am hungry.

Devouring you is the easy task.
It will be myself
that daunts me and haunts me.
I am unsatisfied.
I am hungry.

And the moon is out again.

Arwen Nightstar
2/19/2000
Stephanie Williamson
Full Moon Writings