Mother moon glows so bright.
Solemn sky watches in delight.
Evergreen’s outline beneath thy haze.
Whilst the stars shrink in fright.
Cos t-night it’s rouse, red, alright.
Furrowed brow – contemplative frown.
Blood flows down. Drenches the ground.
Doth thy soul know such grief?
I beseech thee find relief.