Blood moon

Covered by the sun

Red Shadow

Hovers like desert dust

Superstitious times

Bring strong voices

In the kingdom of the unrehearsed

We are all off guard

and frightened

Watching the skies

With pre- science eyes

Hungry for answers

For sacrifice

To know

It’s not our fault...

Hanging so big and heavy in the sky

A haunting sight that catches every eye

It’s colour crimson deep and bold

Filled with mysteries yet to unfold

The stars start to fade as it takes control

Her glow is intense as it pierces the soul

The shadows are cast by this lunar light

As whispers fly out through the night

Mesmerised by the beauty I cannot look away

Attracting my attention by this powerful di...

In the still of night, a canvas black,

Stretched across the sky, a cosmic track.

A shadow creeps, a creeping dread,

As light retreats, and darkness is fed.

A blood moon rises, a heart's eclipse,

A splatter of blood on black's abyss.

Each drop a tale of love's demise,

A broken heart, and tear filled eyes.

She gazes up at the pale moonlight,

A blood moon in the dead of night.

A spectacle of grie...

With her blood-like hues, the moon marks the sky tonight,

and with gratitude I accept her invite.

I take three deep breaths, release my mental fight,

and let go of my negative blight.

The moon’s red passion is now at full height

and she and I magically unite.

Our fiery flames combine, fuelling my appetite

For calm and reflective insight.

My incantations are answered without slight,

and her crimson...

The moon is blood red

A total lunar eclipse

Howling at the moon...

In the realm of shadows cast,

A celestial dance begins at last.

Beneath a starlit sky's embrace,

A blood moon rises with mystic grace.

Its crimson hue ignites the night,

A captivating sight, a celestial rite.

Like a heart's pulse, it beats with power,

Shimmering in this bewitching hour.

A chorus of whispers fills the air,

As creatures stir with a cautious flair.

For the blood moon speaks of anci...

An itching under the skin as the light of the moon drenched them in its celestial glow.

An event once a month that changed Luna from friend to respected foe.

This moon was stronger than why they’d felt before, and the transformation was intense with blood pouring from each pore.

Fur in its place all tangled and matted.

Yet a feeling of lust, a craving of more.

The moon was intense, but they ...

i often use the moon when i write

i always personify her as she

sometimes just a friend or guardian

sometimes she represents me

the blood moon matches my heart

as it bleeds in that red hue

i reach my hand out to the sky

look, it matches my wrist too

we block the moon from the sun’s glow

is it a break from suffocation?

it’s too bad we’ll never know

if she lives in eternal damnation

the moon is ...

You open the door for me

Let me walk out first

Stand outside

Wait for you to lock up

Look into the sky

there it is

a blood moon

Why is it that the moon is referenced with us so much?

I point it out

You look up

I shiver from the night time breeze

As I walk quickly to your car

I sit in the passenger seat and stare at it as we talk

Then a memory floods into my brain

when I was little

The ...

People got out their phones

Waiting in the twilight.

Up rose the reddish orb

In the eerieness of night...