Confession of a Monster

That night, I was standing beneath the locust tree, looking up at the thick clouds covering the full moon. I'd waited for the moon to show up and shine down at me. The clouds swam right in a moment, slowly, slowly, disclosing the brightness of the moon. I drew in the cool night air around me, deeply. I smelled the fragrance of the decaying leaves, the rotting bodies of animals, of humans, in this so much a remote place. The moonlight bathed my body. I felt the pleasure of exaltation. The strength and power I'd been waiting for for a month encroached inside me. I gritted like I was going to crunch my teeth. I stiffened my cheeks and jaws, closed firmly my hands releasing the muscles of my arms, hardened my abdomen and thighs, and braced my knees tensely. I welcomed the full moon of the month and I welcomed the entrance of the spirit of darkness into my soul.