Cassiopeia
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
Wrists raw with redness of eternal scars,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars.
Cursed by Poseidon, she'll never be free.
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea.
She wallows in shame, so lovely and flawed.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns,
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods.
Jailed by nighttime, her weary soul mourns,
Weeping for freedom that will never be.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns.
Pinned there forever, unable to flee,
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Weeping for freedom that will never be,
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
Five little stars
Represent her fate
Can she see us staring?
*Based on the mythological story of Queen Cassiopeia and her constellation
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012
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