Demon Moon - Poem by Vincent Kuo
The moonlight casts a spell on your face
Is this sorcery, or saving grace?
It ripples through me,
through bones and sinews
nudging me at the edge of sanity.
Behold the fiery glare of the Demon in your eyes
I'm petrified, I'm bewitched, I'm terrified
by your flawless splendour,
your Devilish allure
I witness before me.
I am ever so timid, ever so cautious
to caress, to embrace
the Demon Moon upon your face
Blazing lust and fury
as your glance penetrates me
The piercing silence aches
with dire straits of temptation
My heart thrashes ceaselessly
I dare no more, and I close my eyes
to shield me from such perfection.
Our lips meet
I die and live again
The spell is lifted.
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