Once on a full moon’s howling…

Children of the Night
by Michael Romani

Shackled in darkness and chains
Life batters at us while we refrain
Toys of love have rules of their own
With all the goodbyes that leave us alone

Sized up much like the hunted
Drops of blood pour as if shunted
Dripping like notes of music playing
And the savage beast within cannot stop swaying

Nobody notices but the walking wounded
And perhaps, those we know we've offended
Shadows and light change us into being
Something deadly in its seeing

With a snarl, we lunge more wolf than man
Wishing somehow we could understand
Baying to the moon, we've come to consume
In so doing, we seal more than our own doom

One skin into another, we have become
It is what it is and then some
Fighting hard to keep to right 
God help us all; we children of the night

(c) October 23, 2018  Michael Romani
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