There’s a blood moon on the ridge.
It’s not a door to the next room- it’s a gateway.
A place where the man who spreads like fire comes from.
His eyes, like flames, cast moving shadows.
He bends people to his will.
I didn’t mean to do it, he is inside me.
Manifesting, like some burning tumor.
That’s why I wait out here now.
Waiting for a blood moon on the ridge.
-Hidden in the bible.