Post by Elle Rush on Mar 24, 2003 12:39:31 GMT -5
Blood Moon
I knew enough to be afraid,
respect for a vision.
In skies of jade,
it came to be fruition.
Lying low in midnight’s horizon,
there, ‘neath dreams haze
was the blood moon never rising
to light the end of days.
All of night’s from here to there
draped in veils of scarlet.
All those who know to believe
know why it has been sent.
We cannot escape what is done,
our hands are unclean.
I will not deny, will not run,
our hearts will never be clean.
Blood is the ink of our graffiti,
air- brushed over foreign lands,
cannot sit passively,
these transgressions on my hands.
Blood moon hangs in disgrace,
for all of the unenlightened.
Radiant energy turns from face,
all of senses heightened.
elle rush © 2003
I knew enough to be afraid,
respect for a vision.
In skies of jade,
it came to be fruition.
Lying low in midnight’s horizon,
there, ‘neath dreams haze
was the blood moon never rising
to light the end of days.
All of night’s from here to there
draped in veils of scarlet.
All those who know to believe
know why it has been sent.
We cannot escape what is done,
our hands are unclean.
I will not deny, will not run,
our hearts will never be clean.
Blood is the ink of our graffiti,
air- brushed over foreign lands,
cannot sit passively,
these transgressions on my hands.
Blood moon hangs in disgrace,
for all of the unenlightened.
Radiant energy turns from face,
all of senses heightened.
elle rush © 2003
