Feast Of The Night
by Samantha Mathura
As the sun sets, I’m slowly awakened by the vibrant sounds of the night.
It’s my time to rise, as my time is near and I’m fully awakened.
Looking to the sky I bow and grace the dark with my honour;
Respecting the creatures that awake to roam the shadowy streets
And to prey on the living that sleeps. I look on as the clouds give way to the moon,
As she makes her once for the night appearance;
I’m filled with energy as her light storms through my cold frozen body.
Here in the night I am alive,
Here in the silence I’m loud
Here in the loneliness of the calm wind I’m happy I’m at peace.
As I call on the night walkers, my friends have come to join me it’s our ritual,
the ritual of the darkness before we feast.
Hear the cries in the distance,
My friends they will show no mercy,
They will rip the limbs from their victims.
Ashamed I am not for I am merely trying to exist.
Horrifying distilled and mentally challenging is what I've become,
It is now what makes me somewhat alive,
This is the reality of my undying existence and for this I will not be sorry.