Bloody Full Moon Night

Beneath the tapestry of stars, cloud, and a crimson moon

Soaking in the silver rays, I walk

Yearning to find myself, yet another lost soul

And then this epiphany strikes from nowhere

About moored life, mortal, ephemeral

Fullmoon nights are for them, who let their spirit afloat

For them who seek to burn their lips until dawn

For them who seek to melt in beloved’s arms

For the immortal souls, seeking to drown in elysian love

Music, dune, ignited flesh, and vodka are

Not for them who are lost in daily ablutionary rituals!