Red Moon--A Poem by KatDon

This a poem I wrote, I hope you guys like it! --KatDon

Every month, there's a red moon. The red moon bleeds profusely, it makes my sky ached and heavy of clouds. Thunder is hurting the sky, rolling of the pain. Lightning strikes, shocking others. Raindrops fall with such emotional until the sky sleeps and morning comes. Then, it all becomes gray and wet as the sickness comes upon thee but the bleeding moon does not cease. More drops splat on the land, covering the land and clean it with the snow to protect the land. The snow is the protection, it makes the land clean. But in the moon, it's not clean. As days go by, the moon is no longer bleeding profusely, it's all done of this month and reverse it goes. The moon is clean and white but it won't be long until the moon will bleed again.