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Blood moon rising [46]

Blood moon rising

Smoke of sedition; grey pall falling;
fire of perdition; Blood Moon rising.

We huddle in darkness; thunder rumbles.
Brightness of a slash renders all asunder.
What have You wrought, we cry out to clouds.
Cracks a response: you've done this to yourselves.

Smoke of sedition; grey pall falling;
fire of perdition; Blood Moon rising.

Valleys cleave in two as both sides quiver,
gaze across the gap, for once we were one.
Earth begins to crumble; we flee deepened chasms
widening between us. Too late, we have lost.

Smoke of sedition; grey pall falling;
fire of perdition; Blood Moon rising.

© Kåre Enga (23.april.2017) [174.46]

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