The sun has set,
No stars shine in the sky.
Just the moon
that sits alone, and secluded.
I can’t help but stare at the way it has transformed.
It is no longer the bright white light that we are so familiar with.
No tonight it is deep red, like the blood that runs through my veins.
As I sit and stare at this lone, red ball in the sky
I remember a story I was told long ago.
The story of the superstition that surrounds the moon when it becomes so red
The superstition states that horror happen on nights like this.
******, ****, crime across the country.
The blood spilled by these people is what makes the moon so red.
Scared I silently close my curtains,
Without the moon my room becomes darker the night itself.
I feel safer,
Knowing I am alone in my room,
Shielded from the horror happening outside my window
A sudden shriek falls from my lips,
As my eyes fall on the corner of my room
I realize that I am not safe,
For I am not alone.