II sit in the stirring darkness aware that I am alone;
All alone save for my constant companion the moon.
I light a candle up on my roost and sit with her for a while, we share our solace.
I’d offer her a drink from my glass but I know this kind of wine would stain her perfection, I wish not a red moon.
There is no need for evil beyond these gates, no good either.
'Outcasts' I scoffed. Just like me outcasts...
