"Noctadendrum" 2 - 18 - 02
half moon and a twist
such a short time ago
when fate came to be
not friend but foe
with a rage unhinged
and sights locked tight
you took from me
what you had no right
the hand hadn't ticked
not once revolved
when you did strike
with such resolve
you saw fit to steal
that which was not yours
curse of the nightbane
the disease so pure...