You wandered into night,
a night with no stars,

no moon, no light,

alone without a compass,
no North to guide you,

The only sound
a racing heartbeat

You sense a forest near—
sheltering beasts

You have nothing but memories
populating your darkness

Each beast, caged,
ready to leap

And devour the only thing
there is—you!

Had you been kinder
you would have found

The love you made would have
infused the night

with a moon that knows no fear

— © Abraham Menashe