Running naked in the stream blessed by Moonlight,
I await their cries. Grass tingles at my toes.
Hair plays in the cold wind, blood pumps in my veins
I am alive, I cry
You didn’t kill me. Mutilated I may be
but alive. Night wind women come at midnight.
Demonic angels, they dance around me
You are alive, they chant
Like a mother’s soft murmur, they comfort me.
I bury my face in their candlelit robes.
They pray through warm tears, the anguish of knowing
that I will soon die
While evil lives on hidden in lost men’s souls
lurking on their next prey, the night wind women,
part angel and part demon, look on and pray. For
I have died but why?