Blood On The Moon Poem by Kristina Louisa Carr

When the sand on the beach turns to diamonds and glass
Sparkling with sharp edges like a knife laying in the grass
The sun has vanished and the moon showers a potent glow
Then the world transformed and became an ancient chateau

When dark floods are crowned with a subtle orange light
The pain of our planet is compounded in a vampires bite
Then spells echo in silence and become weapons of war
And creatures stand guard waiting to settle an old score

When ancient rhythms awaken the ones that are sleeping
We hear the weary sobs of mourning women silently weeping
And lovers confess what they were previously hiding inside
Then it's time to gather and worship the arrival of the tide

When all original sins are prevailed in one silent confession
We feel the pulse of time and nature is undeniably in session
Then seasons become millenniums enduring new ice and snow
Covering up all evidence of a future we never meant to know

When words unspoken surface and spread out wings of pride
We become chameleons bathing in all the tears we have cried
Right then we offer a lingering conscience for a ritual sacrifice
Those days speak of mortal truths and we have to pay the price

When cold rivers push black waters into wide open stormy seas
Our memories blister with burning fever as from an odd disease
We celebrate by drinking holy water from a poisoned silver spoon
Embracing the sacred days when we can see the blood on the moon

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