Hazy moonlight shines on me

me who had long been accustomed

to darkness, to cold

It lights up my surroundings

and somehow my dead eyes as well

That’s what the reflection shows

the reflection in a blood red pond

under the hazy moonlight

I couldn’t recognise it at first

then it became clear

It was me no doubt but

What’s with this shadow looming

behind me, still in dark even under

the hazy moon-