Beneath the Blood Moon

The rails stretch long beneath my feet. Blood moon hangs low,

the air is concrete. The trees are bare, like hands held

high. I walk alone beneath this sky. I don't know why I'm out

this far. But something waits beneath the stars. Down the line,

I walk alone. The fog is thick, the path is stone.

Red eyes burn, but I won't see. If I don't look,

they won't take me. My legs won't move, but I still

go. The wind cuts deep, like it wants to who knows?