Thursday, July 07, 2011

Supernatural Friday: Night of the Crimson Moon

Darkness roamed that night ,
A cold, oily shadow
Pausing, it sniffs the air
Searching, searching,
For the sweet scent of children.

Freed from the bowels of the earth
Where it slept for a hundred years
Waiting for that one special night--
The night of the crimson moon.

The ominous moon hung low in the sky
Seemingly hungry as the beast.
Prowling the skies for innocent stars
Not unlike the monster,
Who hunted for human prey.

But some sixth sense told the people true,
Keep the little ones indoors,
And keep watch so that they didn't stray outdoors.
Various protections at locked windows and doors.
Keeping out those not allowed in.

When a blushing dawn danced over the horizon,
One touch of warm, golden finger
And the creature recoiled.
Chased away, it bolted for its lair of darkness,
Back to sleep for another hundred years.

Maybe, just maybe,
the crimson moon night came around again
Humankind might forget,

That the night holds more than the darkness
And a plump child would fill the hunter's belly.

This an original poem by Pamela K. Kinney, so is copyrighted by her. Please do not take and post elsewhere without permission. But do share the link with friends to come and enjoy it.

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