The Blood Moon Prophecy
When the moon turned red is at it's peak
A dragon made of blood begins to sneak
In shadows it lurks, its presence unknown,
A creature of darkness, fearsome and prone.
When the moon turns crimson, heed the signs,
For the dragon awakens, its power aligns.
Beneath the crimson moon's foreboding gaze,
A dragon shall emerge from the ancient haze.
Born of darkness, its destiny entwined,
A harbinger of chaos, a creature unkind.
With scales of obsidian, tears ablaze,
It shall bring forth an era of ominous days.
From its jaws of death, destruction shall bloom,
For the dragon born under the blood moon.