I surrender to the moon's pale vale,
and brace against the wicked undercurrent.
The wind has no name here.
The sky's the same as the sea
and stars are only a mile in the sky.
It's where you go when it's all been seen.
Twilight's shine reflects off my skin,
the tendrils of darkness intertwine
with the spiraled horns of my demons.
Even your shadow's invisible at midnight
without the coy illumination of the moon.
St. Dymphna pray for me,
press your fingertips down on my wounds,
protect me with your capacious sword
but I can speak for myself.
Chase after the verity
within an inch of your life.
You'll set yourself free,
and yet you'll never touch it's coattails.
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