You lay in the arms of darkness;
a rose bleeding pedals across the sky
and your pure tears of light
drip upon cities and seas and forests.
Why do you cry, Mirror of hearts?
Your beauty, none could surpass.
Your countenance, like that of an angel… and yet lonely.
Do you weep for your captivity to Time?
Is the sadness you permeate for humanity’s oblivion?
In the distance I hear wolves calling your name
and you smile sadly, stroking their yearning howls with mystery.
The hallows of sound echo your soft humming throughout the past.
For a brief moment, your tenderness is tangible.
Then, ominously you shroud yourself with Heaven’s mist
like a bride to marry the sky.
Dawn will soon awake the birds in song…
Illumination will conquer the hold of darkness
and you will leave, only to return again.
I will see you once more, my beautiful
Goddess of night.