Blood On the Moon

Look upon the blood on the moon Something bad coming soon Moving fingers so blood red Before the night's over one will lose their head Dreams of death we must endure To have babies born so innocent and pure Dreams of life come upon thy bed Means before the days over one will be dead Oh Moon. So beautiful and big Not quite full shaped like an egg On the horizon way down low As if not to know which way to go So bright suspened in the air For all to look and see who care Raptured by it's beauty too long Quiet and eerie with no birdsong Blinded see which way not to turn Capture it's essence while the soul yearns Under the light of the blood on the moon Something bad coming soon January 2008