The Blood Moon Vernissage - 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 Moon’s light,          will turn us to madmen and fools. An adventure for FRONTIER S…