You Were The Moon

You Were The Moon

Taste of death, while
talking of stealthy footsteps
of bloodied religion.

Like a hedgehog you
curl up, stay quiet to let pass the god.
Not answering was your answer.

That was not a good
analogy if I kiss your hand
to ask a reed dance.

Part of you, walks in step
together― under the moon,
yet you cannot embrace your shadow.

It was full moon night. After
a long time I went out
to meet him. He was wearing a red cap.

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[Words of Wisdumb]

I'm not really sure what to make of this, but I guess that would be the point. I like the deep meaning buried in obscurity. The last line is perfect =) Nice work!