Blood Red Moon

By Keertana Saji

In the darkness he was born,

bound there since dawn.

To him it was told,

the moon was white as snow.

So, he ran for freedom,

to see that silver glow,

just to be met with a red globe.

Blood surrounded what was meant

to look a swan,

he stared on-

wondering what went wrong.

His dreams turned to water,

stinging past his eyes.

In the weight of the late sky,

he begged the cold moon,

to feel the dreams that were once his.

He never saw a mirror,

how would he ever know…

his crimson eyes

now reflected on the moon,

for his past raged brighter

than Apollo ever could.

By Keertana Saji