I didn’t write this, but I rather enjoyed this writing of Eliza’s.
Drifting off into sleep,
The kind that causes you to weep
As the scarlet moon peers down on you
Dripping its bloody light over you.
As the sky turns a vicious color,
One of which will make you shiver,
Goosebumps tracing your every move,
The daylight might not come so soon.
The scarlet moon, oh so dark,
Seems as though it leaves a mark,
A mark upon your dreaded eyes,
Leaving scars upon the night.
But as the scarlet moon gently shines,
You think about the sunlight,
You know the warmth would feel so kind,
Against your body and your mind.
