Blood Moon
Blood Moon draws near,
no time left for relaxing,
victims of our own fears.
New lives demand taxing
for ignorance, or is it bliss?
Fool heart’s been basking,
blood time is now come
for our soul’s unmasking.
The Red One, she comes,
towards the west waxing.
By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn
This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Oct 07, 2006.
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