Bloody Moon of April
The astrologers have set a date
for an unique celestial phenomena;
why would the translucent Luna
turn ginger and then deep red?
Back in January it resembled a huge orange balloon,
its size was awesome to view;
it stood there to entertain a goon
whose sad mood turned into
the happiest song he ever sung...
and although the air was nippy, he strolled along!
Bloody moon of April, appear before I go to rest
and linger until the robins start warbling in their nest;
who wouldn't think of passion and envision dreams
that change with the seasons like your moonbeams?
Bloody moon of April, hang in that breezy, starless sky:
isn't this my last opportunity to marvel at you before I die?
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