Friday, February 25, 2005
Bloody moon
Tonight, the doomsday cultists became a veryhappy group of people. You see, there was a moon, a scarlet moon in the velvet night. An ominous symbol these men have been waiting for centuries to arrive.
Though I believe the phenomena is more likely to be caused by the soot in the air, and the smoke from all the bsush fires. Darned drought.
But what a beautiful night it was to ride through the streets. Winds blowing, and the scarlet sphere to illuminate the path. It is not often one gets this sense of awe and serenity. The gloom of the red moon washing away the noise of the world, restoring if just for a moment, the tranquility and peace that ought to be.
Silent night hung the bloody moonThe lone figure graces the shadowsLasting peace, though lasting but a momentA moment in the eyes of a life
But suffice reprieve for the rider
On his trusty steed
Through the rampant chaos
The burden of the mortal woes
Skowly he rides
Quietly into the silent night
How can one not feel poetic on such a night?
Gavin
pondered @ 23:40
