Is this any good?
The Red Moon
The red moon glares down upon them,
mazes,pieces,puzzles,burnt offerings,they cringe,
Poetry is silent,pages being wrung out,
filled with sweat,not quite sated yet.
Twisted,not the least gifted,the red moon,
a friend,may be a fiend, high above,
Scenes of carnage,scenes of splattering blood,
reminding them of reality,not pitiful,crushing love.
Outlines of bats,demons,Satanical beauty,
painted on the backdrop of the red moon,
Again at ease,firecrackers explode in their heads,
pieces in place,bodies renewed,not a moment too soon.
The red moon glows brighter,they all smile,
back in a familiar place,taking deep breaths,
Safe in their own world,never again apologizing,
for their best friend,a red moon signifying death.
...the bannibal one...byeeexxx.......