Fickle Enchantress Luna
Armed with bows and arrows
I take aim at lovers’ hearts
Beaming down from the heavens
Through astrological charts
Many couples have fallen prey
To the intrigue I ignite
But slowly I slip into eclipse
Removing hope in dark night
Don’t call on me to raise the tide
That power is within your hands
And, perchance, if you beckon me
Lost hope may be strewn upon the sands
For I am known as the fickle one
Not a Goddess with gifts of permanence
And those who place too much faith in me
May be dismayed by my disappearance
*For Dr. Ram’s contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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