Blood Moon

It bounces off the rim,
And lands in my hands.
I move it up and down,
Also side to side.

I push it down the court,
Breaking into sprint.
The others all behind me,
But one coming closer,

I feel the Power, beating in my hands,
I feel the Hope, flying around my heart,
I feel the Thirst, surging through my body,
But most of all, I feel the Pride, so I let go.

It cuts through the air,
With backspin,it falls.
It is like a blood moon,
That drops though the basket.

The Power, is replaced by Joy,
The Pride, courses through my brain,
The Hope transforms into Confidence,
And finally full, the Thirst, is quenched.