Leaping from a naked moon

Smoking tendrils curling upward,
Raging toward my inner-door,
evil lurks within my presence,
wrapping black around my soul.

Curs-ed tyrant stabbing wayward,
aiming for this heart of mine,
fighting back we conquer no-one,
will this reaper soon subside?

Dreadful dreams of dire struggles,
falling toward an empty room,
enduring wretched burning trials,
Leaping from a naked moon.

Tearing through my inner rage,
he'll assuredly devour,
any sort of hope I held,
at this midnight crimson hour...