I am abstractly defined, I am red as blood and warm as wine.
I live at night, whereas my eyes are open wide.
Even with no scent and light, I still can see where you hide.
I am the moon’s angel, she crumbles when I stumble.
The heat is so flammable, we are so close and mingle.
With my wings I fly, to the earth and sky.
Until the stars are all dry, to then I will fall and cry.
I’m the unwanted shade, they are hoping and wishing me fade.
And no other winter can I create, I let go all of what I should take.
The wind soon to be blowless, the sky goes darkless.
The owls are singing toneless, as the sacred night is remaining pureless.
I am a night owl, my heart is fragile yet peaceful.
I am impulsive and not desiring power, I will soon diminish in an hour.
I show not my existence, when the sun goes persistence.
Daylight is my resistance, so numb and full of hesitation.
I am the wolf’s sound, I wander in unbound.
When the flesh and blood has been found, peacefulness of night is profound.
And there goes the death of her
Taking her lifetime pledge burying under