Poetry Hour

I am infinite.

I rise every night

and bask the world in

borrowed light.

I am the mother of werewolves, vampires

and all the things that go bump in the night.

I give life to animal desires,

give “lunatics” their name.

Man created them, not I.

I did not ask to be

a symbol of fear.

I was a beautiful maiden,

gifted by the gods

or cursed by the gods

depending on whose version

of the story you hear.

Made immortal

to cast away evil

to illuminate the darkness

that brother sun forgets

and so kindly

leaves behind for me.

Everyone always forgets that

I bring the tides,

I carry surfers safely in to shore

or drag them to their watery graves

depending on my mood.

I light the darkness

I help the child not be afraid.

Man forget’s the good

I do for him.

Without me,

earth would be lifeless.

No one remembers my good deeds.

They think only of monsters

alive in my light.

I was given the short stick,

cursed, I mean blessed...

to spend eternity

in Apollo’s shadow.