Red Moon Rising
Deep into scientific facts, I do not want to go,
Though - why? And what? - Questions of reasons often in me glow;
I wonder at the mystery of the magic sun, here,
How he splendidly, with his brush, brightens up the moon's sphere...!
An amalgamation of orange, red, white, and maroon,
On a canvas, sober and solemn, set like a sand dune;
As though brutal murder is committed and blood is shed,
On peripheries of ponds and lakes, red rays flow ahead...!
The Vagabond clouds try to caress and kiss it gently,
The breeze, sometimes slow, other times fast, taunt it intently;
A little darkness from some unknown horizons hovers,
As though tears on someone's farewell, there are also showers...!
A manifestation of an accord made with the sun,
In myths, with the bloody red moon, many stories are spun;
In amazement of human paths of pilgrimage, perfect,
The blood moon is a gorgeous chariot with red gems decked...!
Though a mystical shadow, depending on the nature,
The blood moon has extraterrestrial legislature;
Harbinger of the apocalypse or Parousia,
Speaks volumes! The red moon is an encyclopedia...!
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