Red Moon Poem by Jessica Kissner

when will the moon be red?
when blood is spilled on the ground
wolves blood
the flower calls out
though only wolves here
she crys in the night
darkened figures cloud the sky
the end will surely come
brown tan gray draken blue white
they run to find the scent
luner flowers fall from its place
as red moon speaks
there life will fall
keep going though
cannot reach there place
losing all hope they die away
only white on white will show its head......