The Mad Blood Stirs

For in these nights,
comes the mad blood boiling.
As the sun fades,
the cats leave their masters to mate.
And the wild hounds speak to the moon,
the lunar landscape that blankets the world,
under which the mad blood stirs,
and all who mind escape to their homes.
But soon comes an ascending sun,
climbing a long road to the heavens.
as the day grows warm,
and the birds come from slumber,
to sing to the world (the sparrows call)
As orange light covets the darkness,
placing it only amongst the shadows
which grow long lines.
And in the paths of light,
lives are taken,
for even in light, the mad blood stirs.