A Blood Cloaked Moon

On one eventful and dreaded night,

The moon glistened in blood upon the shore,

The streams swelled in blood under the light,

To mourn the albatross that was no more.

Down the memory lane when happiness fled

'Twas sorrow that walked among the dead.

In the gloom that no joy could intrude

Stood a silent stream with a stained glass

Reflecting only the harrowing solitude

And spaces where all the hope would pass.

With as cold a surface as a frozen sea,

designed to capture one in misery.

Where faces were not ours alone,

But of us who dwelled there before,

With the eyes of a hollow stone,

They hover over the banks' floor.

With their forms swirling around my mind,

around my aspects, around my kind.

Beneath the moon glistened in blood

the earth trembled barren and bare

as streams began to violently flood

the scattered joys in its devious snare.

The night seemed like an eternal breath

that wrapped the world in absolute death.

Everything faded in the flood of gloom

with her face blurred by eternal tears

and me being, a prisoner in my room

where time dwelt and bred new fears.

as the clocks strolled their spectral hands

through the gloom where no soul commands.

Still, I gazed and gasped at my turn

as though the blood was from my heart

That glistened on the moon,churning the urn

of the witches' oil to tear me apart.

As the moon laughed in its crimson robe

It left behind my life's kaleidoscope.