Blood Orange Moon

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir, Indie Western Genre

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Salt winds strip the paint from weathered wood Tide charts fade where the station once stood He watches the gate from the tower's high crown Leaves skitter like bones on the cold stone ground Dry leaves circle the rusted iron gate Blood orange moon hangs heavy and late No keeper tends the lantern's dead flame Halloween calls each lost soul by name Fog rolls in like a sail without wind No light sweeps the bay where the rocks begin The gate groans shut on its hinges of rust Autumn breathes deep in the dying dust Dry leaves circle the rusted iron gate Blood orange moon hangs heavy and late No keeper tends the lantern's dead flame Halloween calls each lost soul by name Children's boots thump on the frozen path No lantern swings from the iron shaft He counts the beats of the organ's low moan Darkness stretches long on the cold grey stone Dry leaves circle the rusted iron gate Blood orange moon hangs heavy and late No keeper tends the lantern's dead flame Halloween calls each lost soul by name The light died out forty years ago But the gate still swings in the undertow He strikes a match on the lighthouse wall One small flame for the lost and all Morning breaks on the shattered glass The moon turns pale as the night air passes He walks the stairs with a steady tread The gate stays shut. The light is dead. Dry leaves circle the rusted iron gate Blood orange moon hangs heavy and late No keeper tends the lantern's dead flame Halloween calls each lost soul by name All join voices in the salt night air The gate stands open. The light is there. Foot stomps fade on the wooden floor The sea keeps time forevermore

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