Blood Moon Rising

The moon is bleeding red tonight. I feel it calling in my

veins. I wear the scars like war paint now. Every wound a

weapon forged. No more kneeling in the ashes. I am the fire they

ignored. They thought they buried me alive. But graves are where the wild

things thrive. Under the blood moon rising. I hunt the ghost that made

me. No mercy in these eyes anymore. Only the thrill of setting free.

Blood moon rising. I am the curse they feared I'd be. Born from the

dark they gave me. Now the night belongs to me. I taste the