Blood Moon
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Luna peeked over
the reach ... rouge-red but
shedding blush the
higher she crept up the starry vault ...
I mused at the irony -
blood leaving her ancient cheeks,
dripping the fiery curse into me,
my veins boiling all the
more with each bit of her
face exposed ...
go ahead, ol' girl,
we've spun this dance before,
you and I - I know the
steps well, and they always end
the same - with your visage as
pale as a porcelain doll's,
and my madness
coursing white-hot,
the visceral chaos pulling me
down into a simmering
blackness, where the
animal is ALL, and the man is
unholy conflagration ...
as the lower hem
of her crimson countenance finally
pinched free of the horizon,
the last measure of
sanity left me, and as countless
times before - eons upon eons of this
‘malediction of the damned’ -
my thoughts tumbled into
an inky delirium of
fever ...
my horrid transmutation
finally complete, she continued
her lazy, enigmatic ascent
of the heavens,
and my monthly quest for
blood and flesh ...
began.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2021
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