If the full moon bleeds
Then skies would fill with fire
And smoke-blanketed nights.
An evening of dreams upturned
Where mysteries are revealed
And shadows cast a misty presence.
If the full moon bleeds then sorrow
Invites the comfort of healing
And pain is blessed, not cursed.
The flames of anger vindicated
And extinguished by the moonlight's
Caressing auburn veil.
If the full moon bleeds then my heart
Will share with it a redemption of spirit
As I reach out to the heavens to farm
The waiting stars of hope;
Where passing clouds sweep memories
Until the moon bleeds no more.
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