Blood Moon Ii

Far off, foreboding, doleful, true, October's blood moon soars in view. It speaks from raven, star-strewn skies prophetic warnings for our eyes. This night, to sage and seer known, yields wisdom from your twilight throne. Your crimson presence speaks in mime sibylline missives for our time. All eyes behold your burnished face a-flight on its nocturnal trace. Should we fear times both bleak and dire as twilight burns with your cool fire? And as your cryptic visage, red stared back, the eastern stars did dread. We feared celestial spheres would quake to see night's crimson rune awake. Ecliptic passing in our sight on this apocalyptic night. Twice in one year we've seen you swoon. You haunt us, lonely, sanguine moon! Blood Moon II ***written after second blood moon of 2014.