A Blood Moon Night
A Blood Moon Night
Written by Adam M.
Snow
Tonight I watched in
awe,
the moon once pure
and white.
Obeying the
nighttime law;
lighting the sky so
bright.
The stars, the moon
in sync;
dancing their
worries away.
The end can happen
in a blink;
a sudden halt would
not sway.
Darker the night
grew -
and darker the moon
dost shine.
I stood there in
awe, in view,
- a bloodish
sublime.
The proud moon once
danced so free,
now cowering behind
a blood red veil.
I stood there in awe
to see,
the world halt with
a quail.
The moon eclipsed in
a taint of dark red;
I stood there in awe
in yonder.
"Is not the moon
dead?
What of this?" I
ponder.
Hours pass feeling
like eternity,
watching the blood
moon night pass.
Returning the world
back to modernity,
knowing this isn't
the last.
The moon is pure and
white once more.
Don't succumb to joy
just yet.
Again it'll happen,
I swore -
three more nights, a
blood moon to fret.
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