Blood moon

I saw a bleeding moon last night
Rising wounded in the eastern sky
Draped in mourning cloths of
Clouds and vapor,
Hiding in shame
Its pale glow giving it a dying face.

The moon will turn to blood before
The great and terrible day of the Lord.
Is it bleeding because it sees all in the darkness?
Or is it simply reflecting
What we do to each other?

I saw a bleeding moon last night
And for the first time that I can
Remember,
I felt sad and afraid at the appearance
Of an old friend