Full moon spirals over my head
the sky is falling, turning blood red
the moon rears its face so high
I worship its constant life
The stars give me sustenance
to never die, an eternal existence
I have no hatred for those who made me
the moon my cosmic sea
Compelled by forces beyond my control
I can't stop the monster I abhore
just when the urges stop, I wonder
is this the end of my plunder
Sometimes in my dreams I fear
an intruder I cannot sleeping hear
the others, joined with me from afar
watching the stake driven in my heart
The sun sets, I rise again
of this there will be no end
The moon in crimson red rises across the sea
I worship its short life mournfully
Kevin Howell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-the-full-moon/
