The Night Calls
I was born on a Winter storm
filled with lightning, in
a room of emptiness, alone,
naked, with blood flowing from
riotous guitar beats.
Trouble was my given name.
Life is funny, twisted, with
many false destinations, but
this road has led me to you,
and a mind filled with imagination;
imagining a night with a full moon,
realizing I am the night, dark,
mysterious, yet holding stars,
galaxies, nebulae, a blanket of
wonder that I cover you with.
Life may be strange, way
too brief, yet within this limited
existence, I wander, and want you
to know just how much
I love you so!
Aztec Warrior/redzone 1.10.2026









Awww this is fantastic. I love all the imagery and longing.
Enjoyed the read!
There’s a sense of vastness to this. From the galaxies to the winter storm…and love at the end. I would say this is a powerful poem, my friend