Dawn & Dusk

A lament

Imperfection stirs
The fury of night
The moon glares down
Glinting with spite

During the day
Steps strayed
Now to the night
A debt must be paid

They will hear the grinding
Of the moon’s teeth
And the incessant howling
Of wolves in grief

Tossing and turning
As the minutes tick away
Longing for, yet dreading
The break of day