Red Moon poetry

I wrote this in my teens; so far as I remember, the reaction I got was 'I never heard of that before -- is it a real legend?' Which was flattering in a way, as I'd made the whole thing up as I went along...

I was a bloodthirsty child!

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Der Kriegsmond

A strange light — a wild light —
And more than I could know —
The bloody light of sunrise
On disaster long ago.

Men fought and died in thousands
'Neath the War-moon, riding high,
Whose ghastly light inflamed them
And suffused the livid sky.
Brother killing sister,
Mother, father slaying son,
While the dreadful moon shone downward
And the night was but begun.
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