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 grief and art,

A canvas black with a broken heart.