Leighton J Rees Poet I do not know?

Reverend Moolah Green

When the moon and sun eclipse
That's when he wakes from the abyss
Then slips into black leather gloves
To hunt the neck of those he does not love
The ones who claim that it's all fake
Shall from this darkness never wake and
them that scream one final scream
Should never have doubted the existence of
The Reverend Moolah Green

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Amily Watson January 27, 2018 at 8:17 PM This poem gives me a feeling of dark blue mixed with maroon...a warm, silky, red moon feeling. In other words, I loved it!