Blood Moon

Day or night in obvious it'll come,
The absent of body life still drown,
Bathing in blood too red to count,
Fear and joy lace its stunning gown.

It dances with you in choreographic step,
Reveal itself at the end of unveiled night,
Beauty you saw before death closed its gap,
Death, your love is your last sight.

Author's Note

Among of all poems, this one is special for me. My best friend help me in this one. Just, enjoy!