we monsters tend to darkness
lovers of stars
‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍moonlight
‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍heavy rain and
a sort of velvet husbandry
and simple unappreciated pleasures
‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍
but the fires in a far-off sun
will no sooner warm your skin
with passion and remorse
than the cold and distant moon
‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍
and I guess that's why
we never have sense enough to run
when the villagers come
‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍
with their torches