A Poem About the Night

I am a creature of the moonlit night. I roam the streets, my shadow trailing behind me like a sinuous serpent. The stars shimmer above in their eternal dance and I watch them with envious eyes.

The sun would burn us both away if it caught us. But the sun does not care for us. We are alone in our city that never sleeps, where even the lights refuse to dim.

I do not know what kind of monster I am.

Perhaps I will eat your heart and leave you alive. Perhaps I will ask you about your life as blood drips from your mouth.

Or perhaps I will let you go, if you can promise me that you understand why I have to do this, how- how necessary it is for us to exist in the darkness of night.