The moon glows in the shade of blood;
it warns of chaos about to ensue.
Beware of the heart most fragile and vulnerable,
for red triggers anger and hatred repressed.
01.20.19
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
