S o icy round
the wolf’n eye
soft and round
the riding breast
roundness
in the grande dame’s fear
a circle round
the blood moon’s crest
when this cold moon
shines red and full
there is danger
in its sanguine light
best stay put
lock tight your doors
most brutal death
is afoot tonight
there are lies
within this circled moon
that surround
this cruel charade
they gather
and collect the tears
‘til midnight’s debt
is fully paid
‘til innocence
is found to want
and purity
so deep defiled
as cold and soulless
lupine eyes
cleave this night
in red and wild
and all that once
was tender
will on this night
turn beastly raw
let guilted hearts
be locked away
to deny at dawn
the truth they saw
*
rob kistner © 2021
* Last night was a super flower blood moon.
Poetry at: dVerse
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