The Blood Moon Rises

A song Dolce heard while she was in Ollo a few days after the full moon. She asked the performer if there were any further verses, but he smiled sadly and said, “We’ll never know. He died on a full moon the day after he got this part down.”


The Blood Moon

If the moon was pale above us I’d sing you a different song,
But the tide is rolling, the waves are crashing, and the smell of blood is strong.
The wind whispers of violence and weeping fills my ears.
A life in all this chaos has spent all of my tears.

The Blood Moon rises
Higher with the seas
And she takes her prizes
Despite all of our pleas

If you’ve made port in Ollo while the moon is round and still
I’d suggest hiding, and your time biding, for the crew must take their fill.
There’s naught that we can do here to make them go away;
They feed upon our flesh and fears and never far will stray…

The Blood Moon rises
Higher than the seas
And she takes her prizes
Despite all of our pleas

2 thoughts on “The Blood Moon Rises

  1. I love the sombre undertones of your poem! Last night I beheld the mysterious beauty of a crimson moon, and these verses evoked its bewitching image. ✨

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