Writers Wednesday || Blood Moon

Blood Moon

Upon the earthbound,

marshy road,

I looked and saw the

blood red rose

Of the moon upon

the waves of stars,

Floating o'er the depths of

shadow shards.

Terror seized

me with burning claws,

Dug through skin to

my pulsing heart.

Memory encaged by

thin crystal glass,

Shattered, broken

free at last.

Then I fled the

shades cast by the night,

I fled the grip

of seething fright.

Most of all I fled

that wretched gaze,

Of that bloody moon like

flesh ablaze.

I reached the trees and

welcome shaded veiw

From the moon, pale red light

Still seeping through,

And thought of home,

now far away,

Where I might have found

a different fate.

What'ch'y'all think? 

~The Scribbler in the Attic