The Sun dipped down underneath my feet, the Moon tipping over my head Moonlight covered the snow and the sleet Sun’s shadows now darkness instead Dragging my purchase through the cold slush Looking for sharp eyes in the trees No sound in here, not even a hush Still I dropped low and crawled on my knees The Sun was gone now, her leave complete And the Moon stood fast in her stead Steady I moved, through cold and through heat Ignoring the buzz and the dread But the buzzing got louder, the rush in my skull grew prouder to meet, MEAT. The scent of it strong in the crush. Crushing minds, crunching bones, his leave complete Abandoned his senses, fight, flight and freeze, the Moon tipping over his head into much older senses, the kind that frees a man of the life that he lead Gone is the man, as the Moonlight drips over his head Gone is the plan as he buries his snout in the red flesh rending, tearing, ripping, staring. Staring at the prize at his teeth, it’s all that has meaning to this mind that is sharing But somewhere inside I still sleep While the night passes on, and the lunar ticks know that soon she will come back once more. I know I’ll wake in a raw stew of bits He’ll take his leave, and she’ll take her’s as I was promised so, so many years before.