Blood Moon by Raymond A. Foss
The moon, a day before full, hung suspended low to the horizon above the tree line hauntingly, disquiet settled on us It wasn’t the buck moon this day No it was a Blood Moon, a harbinger, a foretaste when the sixth seal is broken before the awful power of the judgment.
Sky still and ashen gray thick with clouds that would spawn thunder and fury Thin enough for the ash to yield to the blood moon Round and terrible unsettling and intriguing like passing a car wreck looking for the twisted metal praying for the people
July 11, 2006 21:39
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