Under the Crescent Moon by Lorraine Caramanna

Drums beat under the crescent moon,triumphant above cacophonous clangorin the aftermath of battle cries.Dust, fog, gunsmoke dissipated over the plains,unveiledCuster and his soldiers.Death claimed the hill.As a tangerine sunsetsugared cotton candy clouds pinkthe crescent moon hung waxing in an endless bluesea of tears.Until moonset on the Battle of Little Bighorn,this celestial body,distraught with horrors of … Continue reading Under the Crescent Moon by Lorraine Caramanna