The Blood Moon

The Blood Moon rises in eastern sky,

Shimmering,

It knows not, yonder,

Wound in closet of wounded darkness,

Heart bleeds through aches of untold misery,

Unshared sorrows,

Impenetrable ,

Years of being a recluse,

When it rises in eastern sky ,

She only seeks a companion.

44 words.

The Blood Moon :- The Blood Moon happens when Earth’s Moon is in total lunar eclipse. During a full eclipse, however, something spectacular happens. The moon is fully in Earth’s shadow. At the same time, a little bit of light from Earth’s sunrises and sunsets (on the disk of the planet) falls on the surface of the moon. Because the light waves are stretched out, they look red. When this red light strikes the moon’s surface, it also appears red. (Information from Space.com)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Lillian for hosting Quadrille at dVerse. The challenge is to use homograph “wound”(Homographs are words with the same spelling, but different pronunciations and meanings), in both its variations, word limit being 44 words. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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