The night is dark silk and sharp diamonds
That you can dress in
And shadows have fingers and tongues
Darting from the corners
Between your folds
The grass is an altar, the wind is a thief
That steals your voice
And renders you mute so that you can’t scream
As sharp claws rip your skin
And teeth pierce the tender flesh
The moon likes to watch, the sky is a witch
That wraps you in her velvet cape
There’s enough fabric to hide you both
Enough darkness for you to kiss her secret place
To wake the devil in her the priests sought
