1A Rose-Red Moon Was Rising
By AriznGlori
A rose-red moon was rising in this feudal fairy tale,
A rose of a girl was dying, her skin so white and pale.
A red-cloaked boy was crying, for hislover, surely gone,
A pale-cheeked wind witch singing, a bitter, lamenting song.
A tear-faced fox was running from the blood spilt on the ground.
A rose of a girl was dead, her soul not lost but merely found.
A lily was picked by a dead girl as her soul was returned.
A defeated demon wolf felt his heart-sick stomach churn.
Avillage felt a mourning they hadn't felt for 50 years.
A mourning for a death so sweet they cried their diamond tears.
A deadly demon man was now banished from this world.
A death that would heraldvict'ry banners be unfurled.
No trumpet calls for these, whose lament rang, 'mongst the hills,
Each felt run down their spine, electrifying chills.
A jewel then was purified, for love of the girl who died
To save it from the Demon Spider, Who came down and killed her,
with the cheapest stab in the side. Thank the gods that he too died.
A rose-red moon now sets on this feudal fairy tale,
A rose that withered now has, alas, become frail.