You wandered into night,
a night with no stars,

no moon, no light,

alone without a compass,
no North to guide you,

A racing heartbeat
the only sound

You sense the forest near—
sheltering beasts

You have nothing but memories
populating your darkness

Each beast is caged
ready to leap out, to

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