A pearl in darkest night it rests,
a shadow cast before it.
A pilgrim come this jewel to see,
and humbly just adore it.
The white replaced by bloodstained red,
a sliver first, then whole.
The moon drowned full in tides of blood;
awash with tears, its soul.
My heart, love-full, cracked open there –
The moon’s pale face did smear.
Until moonlight was shaded by
the dark red mask of fear.