The rise of the crimson moon

The crimson moon rises again....

I stand hidden from you
Masked by the darkest shadows.
Used,used, used, used and
Thrown in to the serpentine grasp of a world in war
The venom from your crystal vial
Floods my veins, becomes my blood.
You have fed me death.
Immortality lost, pure no more,wiped away
From a coloured canvas, beauty past
And a war fought.
Can my defeat be your triumph?
Delay not the rise of the crimson moon!
For a world lies shattered in your war.