Blood Red Moon

The darkness surrounds 
the midnight hour.
Even in the day it lurks the
corners in the shadows.
That sends a cold
chill down my spine.

But the sun will come
in the mist of morning;
And the moon will come 
In the midnight hour.
The blood red moon sends
a cold chill down my spine.

But we all fear 
the blood red moon.
The darkening of the 
light fading into the shadows.
Sending chills down 
this spine of mine.
For this is the night that
the witches hour will shine.