Bloodmoon

Bloodmoon, a sight to behold

A celestial wonder, a story to be told

As the moon turns red in the night

A haunting beauty, a striking sight

With each passing moment, the moon transforms

Its pale light replaced by a blood-like swarm

A symbol of change, of endings and rebirth

As the moon takes on a crimson hue on Earth

A time of mystery, of magic and lore

As the bloodmoon rises, its power we adore

A moment of awe, of reflection and thought

As we witness the moon's transformation, fraught

With each passing eclipse, the bloodmoon appears

A symbol of the cycles of life, through the years

A reminder that all things must come to an end

But with each ending, new beginnings descend

So let us honor the bloodmoon's fiery glow

A moment of wonder, a symbol of what we know

May we reflect on the cycles of life and death

And honor the changes that each bloodmoon begets.