red moon

and there she was
right there

in her crimson glory, barely clothed
in strips of black cloud
all sensual
and smothering
with hidden promise

like a tiger
in the forest of the night

she mesmerised me.

and called out to me.

was she a portal to another world?
a portent of disaster?

i was in a trance

and then she was gone.
in her place: darkness

i waited and waited
but she did not return

and the next night
only her pure white sister came.