Flowing crimson red,
the night carries her tenderly,
across the dark abyss.
Through the centuries,
legends are made in the telling,
of ghosts and ghouls.
An evil that grows,
and a lust that burns
leaving haunting passions breathless.
Her mystery is timeless
and her mesmerizing beauty devours,
in suffering and regret.
All is lost in a glance,
and souls like kindling
are sentenced and bound to forever burn,
Trapping unwary souls,
within her endless liquid depths
devoured by the scarlet heart of the blood moon.
~Mark Schutter Â©2014
Poem #8 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo
This is wickedly scrumptious! I rather love it 🙂
Thank you so much! It was fun to write from the dark side of the moon, so to speak! 🙂
Wow Mark! I loved this poem. Your words will haunt me for a while. 🙂 I’m following you!
Thank you so much! Your blog is very intriguing and interesting, so I followed you! Looking forward to more of your posts!