A Blood Moon Night
A Blood Moon Night
Written by Adam M. Snow
Tonight I watched in awe,
the moon once pure and white.
Obeying the nighttime law;
lighting the sky so bright.
The stars, the moon in sync,
dancing their worries away.
The end can happen in a blink;
a sudden halt would not sway.
Darker the night grew -
and darker the moon dost shine.
I stood there in awe, in view,
- a bloodish sublime.
The proud moon once danced so free,
now cowering behind a blood red veil.
I stood there in awe to see,
the world halt with a quail.
The moon eclipsed in a taint of dark red;
I stood there in awe in yonder.
"Is not the moon dead?
What of this?" I ponder.
Hours pass feeling like eternity,
watching the blood moon night pass.
Returning the world back to modernity,
knowing this isn't the last.
The moon is pure and white once more.
Don't succumb to joy just yet.
Again it'll happen, I swore -
three more nights, a blood moon to fret.
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"Poetry is an expression of how we feel, what we dream and how we live. It defines us, who we are." –Adam M. Snow This website is about a 21st century poet, photographer and a movie critic by the name of Adam M. Snow, who is Shakespeare’s twenty second generation descendant on Shakespeare's mother’s sister’s side; from the blood lines of Margaret Arden and Sir Alexander Webb; a descendant of the Webbs. Who was born autistic and went through so many struggles throughout his life. Yet he continues to show that you can do anything, if you just keep believing. Website - http://amsnow.weebly.com
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