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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 life and exhales 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 through 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.
