The moon is red tonight.
It seems the glowing, sulfurous light
Has blackened all our grass,
And bloodied pickets white.
Now dripping daggers freshly stained
Stand in ghastly rank, arraigned;
They've murdered common sense.

My blood runs red as well.
My heart, my lungs, they parallel
The quickening of the night.
Such a landscape must fortell
The rythmic boom of God's big guns,
Ballistic blessings aimed at one
Fragile, sapphire sphere.

My blood abruptly chills.
Perhaps the ruddy gloom reveals
Approaching flames of hell!
A vast, unearthly terror builds,
But alloys with my hope sublime!
The realms of Fear and Faith align.
The roar within my ears ...

Continues - for a while...
But, the moon's long roam is
Uninterrupted.
I slowly turn away as
Luna settles softly
Into the horizon.

I sigh -
Red moon,
Red air,
Red night,
Fade
To dusky grey dawn.