December 18, 2018 / Jeff's Writing

The Brigand Moon

 Once the Moon stole my heart, crept into my eyes through an errant moonbeam, followed my optic nerve to my neocortex, and spoke to my language cortex with something much older than words.

Now I am hers, and I do not care that I share her with millions.  She knows things, secret things, ancient things, and even in the day she is with me, slipping candied lunacy into my bloodstream.

I will make of my life one long howl of regret and triumph, endings and beginnings, and know that I am speaking her name from the bottom of my throat to the outmost pillars of the Galaxy.

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.