THE RED MOON

Her eyes were red full of tear;
Because he fled leaving this dear.

She was a doe with fair,blond skin;
He ditched her though, with a silent din.

The eyes of innocence stole her heart:
Then his absence tore her apart.

She was fain, but chose him still;
Now everything is vain, she's weak and ill.

All her dreams and anticipations turned upside down;
She now screams; in her own tears she's drown.

But, he wasn't ignorant as she thought;
He was a miscreant, and it was a dern plot.

When she came to know that all was fake,
She melted like snow in the dawn awake.

All his false promises struck her marrow;
A damsel in distress, an ensnared sparrow.

The blonde turned pale, sick and feeble;
Because of that male, unfair and label.

Yet, she bloomed, back from the wilt;
Again she formed, wading as a stilt.

The Red Moon rouse to set aflame;
Resembled the Mors, the red mist dame.

She found her valour, got back to sane;
She's a Scarlet lour, who'll never wane.