In the Pale Moonlight
If the color of the day foretold its story
This day like a siren dawned red
Perhaps a life could be saved
Because of something you said
A monstrous calamity will not occur
Because of something you were
If you rise to meet your destiny
And rain bleeds things white
You will rest in peace and power tonight
In the pearl moonlight
{Poem by Derrick Harrison Hurd}
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