My feet brushing against the grass, rhyme
dissolving in my steps,
hills being enveloped by night,
fog misting over the moon with purple glow.
will it feel like after such a length of bitterness—
her hot breath, velvet tongue, for one night?
What will it be like after all that time waiting to say her name,
her open body, hotly crowned,
for one night?
Her door is open. Quietly I enter, leaves fluttering onto the floor,
musty air of death, decay, penetrating my nose.
is dancing this night.
Death is dancing his thousand dances,
two hollow eyes looking at me.
One question is floating darkly through the room:
My spirit awakes, I open my eyes, and I
see the moon
in purple glow,
a moon screaming: