Red Moon
The heavens often show us signs
Like eclipses, or planets that align
Or perhaps comets or asteroids that are soon to come
From whose force and fury we could surely succumb
Ancient civilizations looked to the stars
To predict whether there would be wars
The Bible tells us that the moon will turn red
An end time harbinger, from eclipses bled
There are a few more blood moons that will soon come
No place to run, no place to hide
As we sail through the universe on this ethereal ride
A blood moon rising to a prophetic drum
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014
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