Twelve Moons

You gasp at the beauty of a moonlit night.

Basking in the glorious shine, and romance and lust fills your veins but not when it comes it to me.

For I look and see its shape, a dark to crescent it changed.

And I await the time it's at its prime.

To watch my lover bathed under the moonlight.

As they may be the one I strike.

A cold knife or a portrait this time.

Coated in blood stands your black veiled knight.