Blood Moon Dreams - Poem by Shooting Star
Were dark angels bleed and the fire burns cold. The blood moon covers the sun. The wind cuts you like a knife your life is almost done.
When the killers breath is on your neck you had better wake from your sleep. For tonight is the night of the blood moon and your sole belongs to me.
Sleep sweet dreams till nightmares come and wake you from your sleep than scarlet blood will trickle down as i am swallowed by the ground.
You will leave this world for dreams of gold and places where you can fly with silver butterflies and you never have to cry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sleep Sweet Dreams Of The Blood Moon~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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