Do you feel the pull of the moon?

I do

Do you feel the power of the moon?

I do

Do you feel the

Cold quicksilver

Deep

Within you

When you look

At the moon?

I do

It pulls me

Gently tugs

At heart

At the deepest reaches of my soul

It guides my hand

Ever so gently

To the shining

Steel knife

I look at the moon

Yes

I cannot resist the quaint tugs

Why would I want to?

I gaze at the moon

As

The knife

Makes cold fire

As it

Cuts

Into my arm

It feels good

Release

As I feel the moon

Flow

Into me

Meld to my soul

Mix with my blood

That now pools

Almost black

In the frosted moonlight

Do you feel the moon?

I do

Like the pull of blackness

On the edge of my vision

I surrender now

To the moon

Farewell