WWW V: Red Moon

Words from the Whispering Woods: V

Inspired from a section of a book titled "Marie (or Slavery in the United States)" by Gustave de Beaumont.

"RED MOON"
October 2009

Ominous red moon,
Be not a sign,
Be not a warning,
Do not attest
To the sorrow I now foresee.
Ominous red moon,
Be but a lie,
Be only harmless hue,
Camouflage yourself in white.
Let our anguish be eased.

I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.

A deadline of three days
From today has been set.
Either one side will surrender
Or all of their soldiers be dead.

We must arrive soon,
Be still alive,
Be in good health,
Brother of she
Who travels alongside of me.
We must arrive soon,
Onward we ride,
Onward, my horse.
Two days have passed, and
I've promised reunion tomorrow.

I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
Her faith would surely crumble.
The blood of a man glows above our eyes.

She sleeps in our caravan
With hopeful dreams of her kin
Outside, this night is painted red,
And so she must stay within.

I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
Her heart would surely go still
From the burden of this fateful sight.

The sunrise will not be long.
We will find our destination soon.
Fate, let my intuition be wrong,
And rid us of this ominous red moon.