Wicked Endeavors

My endeavors are wicked, I’ll admit!

But it is to the Moon, I must submit!

For when she shines, I become a beast,

With no more conscience, on what I feast!

She demands for blood, so blood I supply!

And now, my friend, it’s your time to die!

Β© J.G.

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