Harlot Moon

Harlot Moon - A Sonnet

Oh harlot moon who's faded blush so wanes
Now dressed in inky clouds of midnight's silk
Shrill sounds of madness echo its refrains,
Chills down the night as sour as witch's milk.

And yet it draws – the beast within does cry
To pull desire so hard, its teeth to bare
A glowing pearl amidst the velvet sky -
In cold illumination shines no care.

The surge of fiendish blood within my veins
Sent searching to complete my darkest thrill
Emboldened – Only feral need remains
To hold you supplicated to my will…

Imparts a heat that rends flesh into dust –
Or have you now, fulfill this wanton lust.

Lin Cava © 19-February-2008