The Red Moon

The Red Moon

The Lady's grace, shades the night in endless beauty

As her light turns to shadows, turns to blood

And her grace turns to pain

As her rays tell to the winds, that a life is gone

As water sings over stone in a river of hopes, and dreams

As the ones who know her light shines with a tale tonight, a tale of death

On this cursed night, her tale is that of death

As the hope of one, is the dream of many

That this moon is not what it seems

On this night where her light is darken, by thoughts of doom, decay, death, pain, sorrow, and loss

As the sorrow of one, becomes the tale of many anew on this cursed night

As the Lady tales her tale of death, to the forest

As the shadows begins to wane on this night of ebony

As the one to lose a life this night, sees the tale on the water, on a night so cursed as this

The pain on the moon shines with a red glare, leaving death in its wake

The Lady's light shines with death, this night!