An Addict
Of darkness he grew tired -
his Dark World, not enough.
Forsaken in a land of shadow,
he longed for morning's dusk.
His heart was filled with sorrow
though his people loved him so.
All he wanted was to feel
the moon's velvet, argent glow.
He called his hounds to fetch
the light he could not have.
They chased the moon, the sun -
they tore the sky in half.
They bit the sun with grit
as it burned their mouths to hell.
They vowed to perservere -
even the moon they tried to quell.
Alas, they left the moon and sun
with tails between their thighs.
They returned bashfully to their master,
guilt and anguish in their eyes.
They watched his hope fade away,
replaced by bitter ire.
His yearning turned to avarice
and a dismal change transpired.
He demanded satisfaction and
though they could not contend,
the dogs departed his Dark World,
off to try again.