The night's soothing,cool hand gently
caresses my pale face knowingly.
A lovely,bright full moon smiles down
upon me as though reading my vile thoughts.
The heavenly host of fiery stars in the
midnight skies twinkle and dance as though
in celestial celebration of my terrible
accomplishments this warm Autumn night.
As I stand silently under the cold stone
arches of my old castle sated by all that
I've done on this gloriously bloody night.
Donavon Scott Vinson