a poem by amgm04 Ode to the Blood Moon amgm04 Ode to the blood moon, ode to the stars, ode to the sun who shines from afar. Ode to those who cut through the darkness, ode to those who fight the starless; ode to those who battle the shadows in night, in day, relentlessly exposed to pitch black hearts and shadowy souls; with not but a dart of brightness and hope. but how can they prevail when the night is cold and windy and dark and faith seems lost and black sky is stark-? hope? hope shines in rays- it comes from the sun it shines through darkness until there is none and hope is the weapon these night fighters use when night seems to win, they strike up a truce- and the blood moon is lit with the sun’s rays of hope a beacon of faith in the night, no matter how cold. The blood moon carves a path through the endless despair a representation of fighters who, every night dare to face the dark clouds and winds of nighttime they see the sun’s rays of hope and take them, then climb; to the peak of the moon at first unlit and dark and fill the moon with this hope and then, like a great spark the blood moon leaps to life in the once-dark nighttime sky and it spreads the faith- the sun’s trustful ally. Ode to the blood moon, ode to the stars, ode to the sun who always shine from afar.