Blood moon rises on the cusp of the abyss,
as a barefoot gypsy dances in the shadow of a total eclipse,
Dances in the fog of a whisky wish she sucked from a dry
french kiss off her demon lovers lips.
Blood moon set on the cusp of the abyss as a banshee wails
a song of sadness in the light of midnight mist,
cries in the fog of a whisky kiss that dripped from a fallen angels lips.
Blood moon rests on th cusp of the abyss as it casts a transparent shadow over graves
that will never be missed,
freeing the ghostly images that live in a whisky wish.
Created: Feb 19, 2014pgavin500 Document Media