Blood Moon
Emily Meier, Sam Keeble
The blood moon high and lush
A black cloud forms to hush
The blue star navigates us on
She ran into the night
He lingered out of plain sight
Intertwined, they wore their separate masks
Heed soon
Blood moon
The tide rose and drowned the dust
Monet sky turned fear into trust
The Mediator waited peacefully
She returned effortlessly
He loved without defeat
They danced and swayed 'til morning came and went
