Blood Moon

spreading fear of pending apocalypse end times will appear with the blood moon eclipse the stillness of night could not quite hide the cost of original sin too much pure delight bound up within pride we took it on the chin as if our birthright has become too tightly tied to the color of our skin the dead did not rise nor were the quick judged despite the alibis reputations were smudged on the verge of crisis in the middle of May new blood moon rises but doubts get in the way the selling of shadowy omens requires better helmsmen to pull off an errant escapade were belief shall be betrayed bound up in false pride egos begin to collide the stillness of night exposes this tale’s plight a foretelling of doom or more about who’s whom? in either case it's too soon for another rising of the blood moon