Blood Moon
A moon of clotted blood…
Blood Moon
A moon of clotted blood
stood low above our lands
as all the joys of paradise
spilled from her careless hands.
Long waited we in silence—
so sluggish flowed each breath.
Deep thunder rolled through cloudless night;
it seemed to summon death.
The ancients swayed in wonder,
our children danced in awe,
but no one who was there that night
can speak of what they saw.
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