The night does bind me, soul and all.

I cannot overcome the feeling of a fleating wind past me nose

it is also covered, head to toe, in moonlight

much less beautiful then one would think,

more mellowed

I find the corners of myself,

hollowed out by an abrupt sound

It is harsh and vulgar,

it causes my lips to curl

Beast

Bested, not by the night,

but by he lack of light