The Full Moon Poem by Fahad Witchking

The Full Moon 29/05/2010

As Tears of Blood drip
onto the cracked earth
she sits all alone
on the barren wasteland

A river of blood flows
from her hand
collecting into a pool
on the scorched earth

She looks up to the heavens
the radiant moon is covered
by clouds of frustration
of her pain and sorrow

The double cross on her belly
thorns in flames
vines on her forearms
scarred for life

The chill breeze strokes her hair
caresses her skin
cools her burning wounds
she is numb no more, this Full Moon