It started with the rain

Then the blood

Then the windows

The cold sweat and the tears

The face you made when they shattered the earth

I’ve seldom seen a day without a single drop of sunshine

The way it pours from the sky

Like wine from a barrel

I cry for the moonlight

A roar for the stars born ten millennia past 

A whimper for their shadowy graves

I wrestled the knaves

And dwell in their caves

A stone’s throw from willing

A want in grave and killing

It was the white horses I galloped

I struggled to heed them

Then the red poured down the tunnels

The sign of my sin

I tried to hide them

The droplets of crave

Where I had succumbed to the willing

I lay collapsed

My tongue, paralysed

My teeth smashed

Then their fur

Their purr consumed the want

Of a monster who I am not

My brain’s chemical secretion

Billowing darkness

The pain of my cohesion

I’ve known this before

Seen its doppelgänger in my youth

The comfort like an old friend

My secret enemy

Behind there is a light

The light of a face

Hers

That smile

A warmth so great it can shroud the dark

I am saved

For a time

Until I remember again

That feeling of ecstasy