A dream

There is a dream I have,

That's come to me of late,

Night after night,

Never changing,

Never moving,

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.