New Moon Dream

Red horned stranger

New moon

Dark streets

Devil at my heels.

A costume party plays on

I am naked

Running the spiral

Of the hallway

He follows.

I lead him to

An open door

Outside is vast.

I can play the game

Or exit left

Exist near mountains

Needing climb.

They are comfortable

Among him

He is my creation

Yet wholly caricaturized.

They know not

The self I show

After admitting

The rules are tired.

Players deviate

I will not linger

He chases

I allow.

Red ruler

Tyrant of mind

Mine to tend.

The light of day

Intensity

facing walls of air

So wield my supply.

I will go

run no more

Descent having

Preceded elevation.

I accept

I allow.

Ignite my

Glorious

Scaffolds.

Tell me a story

Sky mother.

Can I hear you?

Sing back to me

My own heart.

Who gets to decide.

Who gets to decide?