Lostaesion

I dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and blooms Through gloom and morning spilled While I brushed back their silver leaves That sunlit skies had filled With gilded wash--the vermeil sight Above the dusky bark Seemed starry trains above the moon And night's enclosing dark And I stepped under such a sky: New-formed, bejeweled, and bright And wished I could forever dwell Within its dim half-light. There nothing stirred; no beast or bird Dwelt in the forest there Though I heard silent rivers trill Still wand'ring swift and fair Through banks embraced by cattail roots; Through drooping willow leaves That rustled in the water's rush

Xiěyè Yuèliàng De Yèwǎn [血液月亮的夜晚]: Blood Moon Nights (1) As the light fails, As the moonlight paints a Faint white sheen over the Blackness of night's shroud, Screams fill the woods. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Breaking branches, Heavy breaths, Cackling laughter. Rigid shadows bending Unnaturally with the Fluid movements Of another. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The faces of the trapped, White and pale as The moon Rising full at their backs, Fade As they stumble Reluctantly, Eyes wild, Down a dark path Leading beneath the Cold Moon-colored earth. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Behind them