The Moon Wears Red by Tora Nightthorn

Описание: The Moon Wears Red

The Moon wears red, the night holds still,
A shadow coils against my will.
The air tastes strange, the stars look near,
Its silent song is mine to hear.
The world is bending, breath by breath,
A dance of birth disguised as death.

The sky turns deep, the shadows climb,
A pulse beyond the edge of time.
It pulls me in, I can’t defend,
This crimson spell will never end.

The Moon wears red — and I obey,
It steals my breath, it lights my way.
A tide of dark, a crown of flame,
It calls me out, it claims my name.
No turning back, the spell is spread,
When night falls deep and Moon wears red.

A hunger wakes inside my chest,
The kind that will not let me rest.
And something cracks, the veil is torn
And from the dark, new worlds are born.
It feels like love, it tastes like sin,
A crimson storm beneath my skin.

The sky turns deep, the shadows climb,
A pulse beyond the edge of time.
It pulls me in, I can’t defend,
This crimson spell will never end..

The Moon wears red — and I obey,
It steals my breath, it lights my way.
A tide of dark, a crown of flame,
It calls me out, it claims my name.
No turning back, the spell is spread,
When night falls deep and Moon wears red.

Under the blood moon’s spell tonight,
The stars align, the dark feels right.
The sea turns black, the mountains bow,
The world ignites in crimson now.
I cross the line, I break the thread,
To wear the crown the Moon has bled.

The Moon wears red — and I obey,
It steals my breath, it lights my way.
A tide of dark, a crown of flame,
It calls me out, it claims my name.
No turning back, the spell is spread,
When night falls deep and Moon wears red.

The Moon wears red… and so do I.