The Blood Moon Vernissage – An adventure for FRONTIER SCUM

When crimson does glow ‘bout pale moon’s shadow,         Like a dead king’s ill-gotten crown;      And fills us with woe, we mortals below,          For ‘t calls wicked demons abound. An ominous sight, bereft of delight,         As terror-chilled sweat ‘round us pools.     For this cold, dark night, in the Blood

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