THE MOON-BLEED (SONNET)

As the worlds surrendered their wake to the nightly melody

The moon danced her way into the black sky.

The beauty of the sliver light masked the impending tragedy

And the people fell prey to this pretty lie.

The calm of the moment suddenly tainted by violence

Thuds and loud squeals filled the air.

The dirt of hate stained serenity with pestilence

The happy little homes set aflare.

The moon that rose white is no longer pale

for I see crimson tint its shade.

The reflection of red rivers and the long blood trail

Made the silver elegance fade.

Justice isn't wronging the wrong to feed console

The greatest of Justice is the one that Mercy holds.