Round as a pearland red as fire,up came the moonwith its spooky attire.It was the same old one,nothing had changed,perhaps soaked in blood,felt so estranged.The stillness of the nightseemed faintly evil,and the howling of the beastssounded like the devil.Was the moon bleeding,or was it just a trance?Scarred for its life,nowhere to advance.~©Jashaswini_Mishra