Moon Of Red

 Moon Of Red

Moon of Red 

Moon of red in a midnight sky

Omens of life sent forth to die

Cries of passion, cries of fear

Drenched in drops of rain and tear.

Where comes the night that has no day?

Whence comes what takes the dream away?

Who hears the voice of voiceless plea?

Which pours from lost ones just like me?

I ponder as I sit beside

The pool of tears from all who've cried

I wonder as I think on this

As panthers prowl and serpents hiss.

I do not know nor do I care

If there's a reason for me there

For reasons come with every task

And mock before you even ask.

The screech of owls, the rustling leaves

The sighing of the soul that grieves

The sounds surround me sitting here

And fill me with the feel of fear.

Higher now, the moon of red

Swiftly rises above my head

The air, electric with ethereal breath

Inhales the life, exhales the death.

And those who know the plot and plan

The few, the remnant of mortal man

Reach out to grab what's blown apart

And hold it tightly to their heart.

Trailing my fingers in the pool of tears,

I bend to watch my reflection appear

The red moon has tainted what in sunlight was fair

But alas, no reflection of my sad face is there.

Just a red moon, a red pool,

A dark sky of black

I'm afraid and I cry out

But get no answer back.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Oct  26, 2020

9:28 p.m.