Blood In the Moon

Menses to fell those of moods; swelling pulse of red
Placed between fingers, fingers so light in touch
there, a wavering cloth bleached white as if battled to surrender

Timely comes cones of tail, swimming course and way
Lost minutes as the seconds fail
until
Centuries bulge, exploding silently
the bridge between the valleys of time

A knight falls to fate
A maiden eats the bitter
A peasant toils with head down to survive
A king wears the pride
A queen wails

Riches or Spoils?
Inside the Moon,
full of pull and sway,
a heart full of blood beating without any life.