Under the hue of the blood moon
the earths gentle tremble begins to resonate louder with each 9th chime. The vibration pulls at my chest my vision distorted my focus becomes cemented in zoom.

Pounding of my heart...ticking kept time in a this theater of a thematic mime. Blurred by magnified sight..... sound explodes crisp and clean like an engine burning lean.

My emotion chargin..........but chargin with immense fear...It's the blood of the moon......a hungry jaguar has appeared.

The battle bold and bright
the moons blood covers the white light. Chaos erupts to the witch doctors gambol delight.

Chants and howels peirce the air rise up and fist your spear
chant your roar let it be known... Jaguar if you gaze on us you shall be shown.....Pacamamma will pulverize your bones.
© George Jodan