Moonshine

And so the sun sets

leaving Cold and Dark

to meet Lonesome again.

Old friends, they greet

as if they've been apart forever.

But I know just as well as them

that they are together more often than not.

They embrace, Dark and Lonesome.

Cold sits at the edges

blowing frigid air towards them

reminding them of who they are.

Its enough to make my toes curl

and cause the hair on my arms to raise

as they do when I am frightened.

It's not something easily forgotten

the way your body wants to react

when something frightful occurs.

They turn their attention back to me

their own relations forgotten.

They touch my skin and blow back my hair

causing shivers to fun down my spine.

I sit with my knees pulled up to my chest

and my eyes closed tightly

as if to block out the fear

but that only makes Dark stronger.

And when I tell myself that it will all be over soon

Lonesome revels in my voice

for I am one.

I have no choice but to suffer.

I cannot make it better

without first making it worse.

And when I become numb to the pain

Cold begins to laugh

the laugh itself freezing my heart.

And with one final touch

it shatters

the pieces bouncing on the ground

like broken glass

or forgotten pearls

the crimson glowing in the absence of light

reflecting the moon back at itself.

And they leave

sulking away with one more conquest

wishing for better prey.

Someone who's stronger

who will be a challenge.

Someone who has more will to fight

instead of trembling with fright.