Under the red moon, <br />Where the black flowers bloom <br />Thou shalt lose all will. <br />And believe the only way out is to kill <br /> <br />The golden sun will show. <br />And the sad goddesss will go. <br />The wind will cry. <br />And death is nigh. <br /> <br />All is not lost. <br />But what will be the cost? <br /> <br />By Jasmin Carter<br /><br />Shayli Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-moonlight-2/
