There is a dream I have,
That's come to me of late,
Night after night,
For even in waking hours it resides in my mind,
The imagery is as clear as day to me,
I sit on a patio and watch as,
White villa moon turns,
To crimson red,
An unknown voice whispers from the darkness,
against better judgment I leaned my ear,
"come seek me where the blood moon shadow resides"
"May it revel long forgotten sight"
a glimps of sun,
and my slaber ends,
but the dream never fades.