The rhythm of her life

Vanquished in her celestial time
Like an old star or cosmic apparition

She once had dominion over your heart, and many others

But alas her grip loosened, her bright beams faded so

Until she was but a sheen, a faint wisp in the night full of her Gods

The Gods that relinquished her to her black nothingness

Queen for all eternity of the broken hearts of men

A low moon in a starless sky
Cold, irreverent and unaided

And when the clouds come by she sings your song

And when the rain falls she cries for you, masked by the glimmering droplets of nature

And in the deepest darkness before the dawn she prays to her Gods

For you, for her, for her heart that lies in a jar behind the bluest and most lustrous star.

She prays.


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