The Moon-Ghoul
The phantasmagorical moon
wanders the ever-darkling sepulchers,
drunk on the scent of the dead,
as the frightened stars quiver anxiously
in the night.
A distant eidolon bellows a haunting tempest
through the hollow trees;
we shiver and perish
in the wood-rot of a desecrated tomb
as the silvery gloom ensnares.