Moonlit Sky

I lay in the silvery moon light, basking in its glow that

is ever lasting in the darkest of nights.

A raven flies above my too still form.

A cry piercing my soul, opening the silence

of my being

The moon, glorious in its need and every breath

filling my spirit.

Evil and good entwined on a pillar of

black ice and molten lava.

What am I?
But glorious flesh!