moon colored...

since I was a human child I have been completely in love with the Man in the Moon. He keeps me company at night, he always has and is the one consistent thing in my life. Souls come and go and gods come and go, but the moon is eternal, He never lets me go. This is a secret no human knows, but I speak to the Moon in my evenings, almost every evening. I learned early as a child that while most humans need sunlight, very few need moonlight as well. I am one of them. I could never stand to be captured or boxed, not without my Moon. Some humans see the Moon as feminine, Luna... maybe it is both, or neither... for me it goes back and forth, but either way does not really matter. The Moon is what I want it to be, something I've made up and chose to believe... it is mine and I will not give it up...

I wonder if he knows I saw him watching me today... I wonder if that poor wretch on the corner realizes she will soon become my feast... maybe I will take her slowly so that she might taste love once more. I do love them all, my precious victims, no matter how well I despise the human race, I show love to them all...