Scarlet Moon

In the last hour of my life, the moon burns scarlet and I wonder why it is that now that I finally long to live, not merely survive. Must I say “goodbye”?

In the fleeting moments we lived, the parting in our paths connected and our futures came together an inevitable coincidence, as the two worlds collided. my heart echoes, “hold on, we’re so close”

Neither the angels up above nor the demons down below could ever sever my soul from yours I will reach you...