Moon-Blood 'Constanza'
Red, a red as dark as her blood
Escapes her very soul within
Tenderness comes morbidly thin
She sings her tune to the great flood
Rivers flow with the reddish hue
Beyond the norm, seeking what’s due
Bleak, it oozes out with a thud
No noise can compare to the pain
Seeing this moon so red again
This red substance is not like mud
It flows like the water you drink
Does have a dismal look she thinks
Color as deep as a rose bud
Nature calls this color present
She looks out a glass, heaven sent
The moon’s color is like this blood
I can see in this night she broods
She has been sent beyond her moods
It left a trail of feared oxblood
Where the moon went, oxblood followed
Screaming I hear what she swallowed
Red, a red as dark as her blood
She sings her tune to the great flood
Bleak, it oozes out with a thud
This red substance is not like mud
Color as deep as a rose bud
The moon’s color is like this blood
It left a trail of feared oxblood
Contest: Andrea's Inspiration, Connie's Form, Constanza
Sponsor: craig cornish
1/2/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
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