The Bleeding Moon (A Poem)

the bleeding moon,
with its tainting touch.
the harvest moon,
with its foreboding frame.
the silver moon,
with its insidious irradiation.

the leaping fire,
with its tasting tongue.
the eternal fire,
with its fastidious flames.
the crimson fire,
with its irreverent incandescence.

moon and fire,
interacting, intertwining,
the fire colors the moon,
the moon reflects the fire.

the fire is duplicity,
the moon is deception,
they are so different,
yet so alike.

together, they can’t be one,
but together, they can be whole.

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