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.