Serenade Under A Blood Red Yellow Moon

even when all the art is burned and gone
alone high up in the raw Rocky Mountains
even in cold blues whites of bitter winter

lone wolf will serenade blood red yellow moon
alone in the night sitting serenades spectral moon
love serenade cry out to bewitching lover moon

sing in vast cathedral stellar unto the altar of light
sing in shadow horizons meteor burn in blazing light
sing in rhythms eternal to pulse rhythm moonbeat

lone silhouette in moonlight phantom of eternal night


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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