The Black Moon Rising was the night we had all been waiting for—the moment the moon vanished completely, leaving the sky swallowed by darkness. No light. Just the stars above, barely enough to guide our way. It was the perfect cover to make our escape. The Tennessee River, flowing north, would carry us toward freedom. The current was with us, pushing us away from everything we had ever known. Our raft was crude—made of whatever we could find—but it was our only chance. Each stroke of the paddle was a step farther from the chains that held us.

We knew the risks. The hounds were close now, their barks breaking the silence of the night, searching for our scent. But on this night, with the Black Moon rising, we had a chance. The darkness hid us from the eyes that might be watching, and the river, strong and steady, was our ally. A woman, older than most of us but with a fire that matched any young heart, led us through the night. She carried a lantern that flickered with the promise of freedom, and her voice was steady, reassuring. She told us that the Black Moon was our moment—that it would conceal our path and give us the chance we needed to escape. If we stayed strong, if we kept moving, we would make it. Every moment was a prayer, and every stroke of the paddle was an act of defiance. We had nothing left to lose, and with the Black Moon rising, we believed freedom was within reach.

Limited edition work of art by Frank Morrison. Giclee on canvas. Ships signed and numbered and with a certificate of authenticity from the artist. Edition size of 25 pieces. Available stretched or unstretched. Image size of 30x40 inches.