In the Shadow Ways

The moon appeared hanging in the purple sky. I seen it from all directions, the moonlight reflecting on the lake, the lights among the trees in the night. I am amorphous, waiting but nothing is happening. The liquor sticks to my tongue. The drink slips to the back of my throat like a love poem. Each sip fades away without a sound. I push it down and hold it there, the quietness of the insalubrious but tasty alcohol, my misfortune. I need a hero, someone to rescue me from this hell fire, someone to listen to my words, someone to love me for who I am.