IN THE NIGHTS SAMHAIN

Twirling her cape like a matador,
she stepped into a haze of dusk,
shot through with the final remnants
of a deranged sunset ; daisy-chains
of coral, peach, and salmon,
strung along the horizon, fighting
against the dark.

It was her favourite time of day,
and when she felt most alive
As others were headed home
from work or school, no longer
having to feign interest in whatever
boring things caused them to traipse
through their days,
She was just starting to rouse, feeling
her blood course, her breath quicken

Like an animal let loose, she felt
herself strain against the sane
She knew she should stay in the cave
until full darkness fell
But the melting day enflamed her so
Made her want to filet something,
just cut it into pieces
There's comfort in a blade's keenness
She would exchange light for sharp soon.