Squinting through the nocturne
Of the winter sun, I'm the creature
Between worlds that hides its husk.
I breathe the mountain manna
Filtered through a tin cocoon,
Eat the earth's bounty
Packed in plastic.
The sunrays strike my vampire eyes.
I'm the beast with cheeky fangs
That can grin about anything
Since I live forever,
But I frown at the sun
Because it steals my light.
I write plainly
So the daydwellers
Understand me.
Lighthearted lurker
In the midnight moon,
Smirking through the quiet
Of morning that blazes through;
Blink, and gone I'll be: too soon.
@d-pend