10/16/2025
“Under the Red Moon”
When the red moon rises,
the wind remembers her name.
She stands beneath its burning glow,
her shadow merging with the stallion’s flame.
No longer two,
but one breath,
one heartbeat.
Hooves strike the sacred earth,
each echo a prayer to the ancestors.
Together they run—
through whispering pines,
over sleeping rivers,
chasing the dawn that waits like a promise.
Her spirit burns with his,
wild and unbroken,
carrying the ancient wish:
to return—
to the cradle of the first fire,
to the song of the land
that never forgot her.
And when the sun greets them at the edge of the world,
she smiles,
for she knows—
the journey home was always within her soul.
(Art by Serin Alar)
