Selene
She hears Helios overhead
driving his horses on,
his work done for the day;
she bathes and robes,
then climbs into her silver chariot,
urging her dragons to draw
her across the inky sky,
which she will illuminate
with her beauty and gold crown.
Jack Horne for Nette’s Mood of Imagery contest
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