In most all nights the light is calm,

Serene and bliss from a nightly psalm.

Through glitter and shine in the nights high noon,

Many do search for the man in the moon.

Then comes a night that some do dread,

A discolored moon appears blood red.

While most use caution on these bloody nights,

I find myself in giddy delight.

A sight so full and rare to see,

It fills my heart with youthful glee.

So snap your pics or lock your doors,

Either way the choice is yours.

Stare in wonder or hide in fear,

I’ll wait for my love for three and a half years.