Under The Eyes of A Snake Moon

Yon moon doth split in twain
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late

Two spheres of piercing white  
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will

The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer  
Are counted with the dead

The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim

O mark this fateful sight
This omen, pale and vast
Where Snake-Eyes pierce the vault of night
Death comes, and none shall last