Comanche Moon

I remember

mission children

before

the devils came

 

I remember

music and laughter

before

that night of flames

 

I remember

a priest who pleaded

before

they took his hair

 

I remember

a maiden girl

before

her screams despaired

 

I remember

a wind that blew

before

the Hades storm

 

And I remember

a moon that cried

before

 that blood-soaked morn

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

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