I saw the bestial of night.
I crave to devour the light of the shining moon.
That calls by the leaving noon to escape fears of blight
And, yell against the will of might.

Hence we throw the stones of those who claim to be right
I hope to build a world without the singing loons.
I saw the bestial

And was mock by a forgotten croon.
Thus I ask the stars and sun for a human boon
Their rejoinder was to sleep with their eyes closed tight.
Giving the world to the moon in their flight
Thus I repeat in front of a Wight. I saw the bestial…

By M.I.D