Red Moon's Melody

Rising from the distance, the red moon overlooks the field of white lilies. Its presence turns the pure white light into red. There she stands, basking in the blood-stained moonlight. Her face was facing towards the rising moon. And when the red moon reached the highest point, she turns to face me. Her eyes that were once pale jade green has turned golden yellow. Her expression and movement was as if she was controlled by strings, smooth yet unnatural. As I walked towards her, I feel pulled in by her beauty, but I was shivering fearfully with each step. And the closer I came to her, a song becomes more audible in my ears, a praise to the red moon, the forgotten guardian.