Blood Moon Over West Texas

In the shadow of the Blood Moon rising high,

Steel wheels hum through the vast West Texas sky.

Dark oil fields stretch in silent, endless rows,

In the dead of night, where danger silently grows.

Late night driver, under spectral glow,

Roads are deserted, only the lone coyote's call.

Low lights flicker, shadows dance on the dash,

Haunted by whispers of the dangers that lurk and clash.

Heartbeat steady, eyes on the prize,

Silent threats lurking, in the blackened skies.

Metal and menace in the invisible fight,

Navigating through the perilous night.

Blood Moon over West Texas, casting its spell,

Driving through the danger where shadows dwell.

Oilfield haunts, beasts in disguise,

Under a blood-red celestial rise.

Barbed wire whispers, rustling in despair,

Eyes of unseen predators in the tainted air.

Every mile, a story of risk and grit,

In the lonely hours, where warriors commit.

As dawn approaches, the nightmare fades,

Steel wheels quiet, safety's crusade.

Blood Moon sinking, the end of the ride,

West Texas silent where secrets reside.