our broken
hearts cannot
soar beneath the
weight of the red moon
because the
nights are now
so long and brutal
and we are our
only true enemy

it comes,
it comes down
with leaves,
it comes down
with rain
the blood we spill
comes down
it colors everything
it colors the moon,
forever these stains
have altered what
we are

this pain is as
illusive as the sunlight
we shunned
oscillating through
the scattered remains
of these ruinous hours.