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.