Blood Moon

BLOOD MOON Tis not our fare to see the face of God Nor speak in tounge to those who never hear, They dare not come and go, is this not odd as some would please, forgetting how to fear? And also, let us hear it, one more thing, we'll tremble to our end, if gazing on this moon, some say is painted blood, to look will bring an agony that won't leave us too soon. The eyes must turn away, or die the death, and leave one bitter cold from just the dare to look on it, to see the dragon's breath, 'twil bring one to believe what's never there. And lunar madness never calls to mind the evil waiting there for you to find. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet