There's Blood on the Sun
There's a stream of snakes
All tangled and gray
They cover the moon
And won't slither away
They slip and they slide
They ooze and they run
And flow like the ocean of blood on the sun
Yeah, there's a river of red
Trapped in this head
But it never runs like the blood on the sun
Never a glimmer
And never a spark
If not for the crimson
The world would go dark
They hum and they sing
They know two separate tunes
That sun and that moon who cannot meet at noon
The former must hide from the highest moon's tide
And the latter must linger in the darkness outside
How their two silent tunes merge into one
And swirl like the sound of blood on the sun
-- Ken Gage ©1999
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