Lunar

As the king of hearts decends, I have come to rise from behind. I heard voices all around down below. Yet not my own. Revealing light in darkness. There were streets and wired poles. Lights that my children couldn't control. But the beings spoke a prayer as they fell from the black. Some but not all were answered. They were banished to the skin of Earth. And as I watched each of them fall, Many awoke to hear their call. Some awoken from my deepest wake. There were those who lay in their restless sleep. However,none grew hesitant to walk in the presence of my glow. It was not my own. But the king of heart's. Wolves had gathered under me. They howled for a blessing upon them. The God had arose from the hills. He declared me the prophet of Aquarius. A lord of the water's body and mind. May my stars,my children,be the cells of the constellations. For they will one day become evanescent. Thus,I am the queen of souls. Deep within the darkened silent. A silent that never broke the noise. Yet,remained to harbor the light.