Blood Moon
We held on too tight To a night made of glass. It broke in Our Hands. We picked up the pieces As sharp as horizon Cutting heaven From Earth. The shards were returned To their place in the sky, A dome of Stained Glass.
Colored with passion With life and with death, The starlight Shone Red. And moon passing by, Pure, whole, and unbroken, Was tainted by Bleeding Penumbra.
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