Blood Moon
Blood moon has risen
and violence fills the air
The metal scent of lightning
thethrum of creatures fear
Even the wolf is hiding
Even the fox lies low
The shadows mass
and follow me
everywhere I go
So light a light in darkness
and speak to me of love
bring me bright red roses
and a captured dove
Bring me a tame white wolf
with eys of burning gold
hold me close
and light the fire
passionate and bold
This poem is about:
Our world