Selene
Followers of the crescent,
Beasts that pursue the weeping dusk,
Authority rides first class through heavenly realms,
Esteemed as wise, a wondrous enigma
With a veil that’s canopy engulfs the evening sky,
Seduction produced a half of century of female seed,
Her Immortal head with a golden crown
Lights up the night without a single sound,
Selectively saluting to mortal man,
During her cycles at mid- term,
Some are wise others hypnotized,
While many empires just get burned.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 2-26-12
contest: Selene
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