Ai Mor's Lair

I wish it were here again, all blue and white and black

With the harsh cold slap of red, and the numbing ache of freezing rain.

I wish it were now, all dark and deathly and wet

With dripping diamond shards of glass, and a Sister-Moon to light the way.

I wish it were like before, all glazed and dim and purple

With a slight, vague smile of smeared blood

And a stinging, warming cry that rips through the night.

I wish it were winter.