Hunter Krown

Prophecy

Moon’s Eclipse

In Twain's vain of

this Sane Masquerade

comes forth unequal

nightmare of the insane.

With bloody rivers and moon’s fading glow

Desperation is what kindred Sow.

Relief through false beliefs.

whether tremere sorcery

or ventrue policy

All feel their drying story.

As the moon rises,

as the air grows thin

Eclipsing them be

He who sees

all that they wish to disappear.

To his benefit to his sanity.

The relevance of might

ignored by nigh

t Truth revealed by dawn’s first light.

Feel the sharp, brittle

stitches of metal’s breach

upon your skin

perforating poisonous sting

of which it will never mend.

The Misbegotten eclipse arrives never in vain.