I walked out,
Just before dawn.
It was light enough to see,
But the moon still shown.
It was peaceful,
Right up until the moment I noticed something odd.
Peculiar.

The moon seemed to be glowing red,
A red ring circled it,
And then bled to the inside.
Blood.
On the moon.
Blood.
Danger is coming,
Its on its way.
Its a warning,
That few understand.

I got to school,
And right as I walked through the doors,
A broom fell.
Trouble is coming,
And its coming my way.
Oh what a wonderful day,
For destiny is set.
Its on it way,
Time to prepare,
For the possibility of disaster.