The blood moon rises
When all hope is lost,
And the dark spirits rise.
This rare night is dreadful,
But I seem to remember the fear
As a beauty.
The silver stream of stars is fading,
As the air is filled with smoke.
But, when I run to the summer grass fields,
I can see how it once was.
But the once untouched world is now crumbling.
As everything around me falls apart,
The moon seems to stay the same.
Its wonderous breath of glowing light,
Has always been there.
And its true beauty is indescribable.
There are times when life doesn’t seem real,
The ghostly quietness of the streets at the first hour,
Staring at the black ocean waters during the night,
The feeling when you jump and can see the whole world below you,
I remember these days with pure happiness and wonder,
I remember after these moments,
I would just stare,
At the moon.
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