Emerging from the world’s ledge,
like a baby from a womb,
a spellbound waters edge,
cradles a blood soaked moon.
Ocean waves twirl and tumble below,
with red scattered streaks,
and water filled echos flow
from my eyes, down my cheeks.
No moon clinging in the air,
even one as beautiful as this,
could ever attempt to repair
what I’m now left to reminisce.
Science says it’s shadows and light,
being the most likely case
why our lonely neighbor bleeds so bright,
but I wager she chose to embrace
and absorb the World’s pain tonight.
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