When you’re looking back
It's quite easy to say
I've made it so far
No more troubles on the way
But the moon warns otherwise
When she is wearing crimson
Err on the side of the wise
Pay attention to warnings given
Lest ye not want to survive
She, being the great mother
Is not attempting to connive
So long as you are not a bother
She doesn't take so kindly
To those who wish to harm
To hate, to destroy so blindly
Anyone or thing under her loving arm
To see blood on our mother moon
Is a sign of trouble not far behind
To listen close won't make you a lune
Though to obsess could do so in time
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
When you’re looking back
It's quite easy to say
I've made it so far
No more troubles on the way
But the moon warns otherwise
When she is wearing crimson
Err on the side of the wise
Pay attention to warnings given
Lest ye not want to survive
She, being the great mother
Is not attempting to connive
So long as you are not a bother
She doesn't take so kindly
To those who wish to harm
To hate, to destroy so blindly
Anyone or thing under her loving arm
To see blood on our mother moon
Is a sign of trouble not far behind
To listen close won't make you a lune
Though to obsess could do so in time
