Blood moon

I turn my face to the sky
my eyes closed.

My bare feet move forward
following a slow, constant beat.

The wind swirling and blowing against the hems of my dress
tears and rips with merciless fingers
pulling, showing the way
to my desired place of confession, of judgement.

The rays of a blood red moon find my slowly advancing figure.
It traps, beats, and is victorious
against my failing efforts.

Even as the blood moon overpowers my body,
tearing my skin, melting it,
I speak the final words
pleading to be forgiven.

"Burn this body, and reveal the true form."
The blood moon stops its plunder.

A wave of relief washes over,
the cool air stinging as the wind hits my singed body.

Unimaginable pain comes over the body,
forcing it to its knees.
The face still lifted upwards,
I feel joy in my unscathed heart and mind,
that my true form is to be finally revealed from the body.

This is what I truly am.
Can you see me now?
There is none other here,
just me, and you.

You must, you should see me....
please....

I feel the unbearable heat of the blood moon,
its rays enveloping the body I am closed in,
engulfing the body that becomes me again,
as the desired answer does not come,
never came.

My mind and body, destined to be parted at this moment,
becomes one,
and is damned for all of eternity,
as i surrender without a fight.