The Awakening Of The Fall Poem by eve Taylor

Cursed under a blackened sky,

set to a sleepless daze,

they were not,

aware of their days,

nor the stains,

of the bloody remains,

till the night's of "falling ill's",

where above stars shone omens,

of most horrible things,

with every shooting star,

you could see the fear in their eyes,

though they tried to shamefully hide,

but on the blood moon's rise,

it was a time for them to truly despise,

young women to sinfully swoon,

with a chance to savagely die,

by the fires of their desires,

while taking up with devil's under,

the bleeding hearts moon.