The Moon is Out

The Moon is out, and she calls for me.

She wears the perfume of adventure, mystery, and intrigue.

My mask comes’ on.

I’m on my way.

 

The cold air kisses every inch of my skin.

I briefly wail for a lost love.

Her betrayal still stings the heart.

But I venture forth for the real one.

 

Debauchery and Shenanigans are what I crave.

But cruelty and selfish bastards shall be met with a swift rage.

 

A life must be lived tonight.

I’m on my way.

PoemAndrew Franksadventure, love