blood moon
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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
"to hell with it!"
a bad idea it screams!
they gather around to watch the show
of freaks and tearing seams
to which the moon smiles
smiling crookedly with amber beams
(hey! look! it's a blood moon!)
A Blood Moon NightWritten by Adam M. SnowTonight I watched in awe,the moon once pure and white.
Wake me upin the middle of the night.Knock on my doortil I turn on the light.Tell me you’ve seensomething out of a dreamin the skytonight.With a nudgeyou’ll persuade me
