Under the red moon,
Where the black flowers bloom
Thou shalt lose all will.
And believe the only way out is to kill

The golden sun will show.
And the sad goddesss will go.
The wind will cry.
And death is nigh.

All is not lost.
But what will be the cost?

By Jasmin Carter

Shayli Harris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-moonlight-2/