hotpinkauras

I wrote this a long time ago, shrugs, I always liked it.

O Fair Queen, and ruler of the night.
Divine huntress, so carefully you
seek out prey. Merciless, you kill,
and they die without a say.

behold, ebony steeds reach starry heights,
disappearing into your archers bosom, with
Aurora's azure kiss, sweet breath of light.

So tell me Lady of Darkness, what of your brother?
His innocence no longer brings us mists of gold.
What happened to the jovial days? It is not a mortals
wish to become like sculpted clay, but only yours s that we may be come tarnished like that of your wretched soul, ice-cold.

Oh, Zephyr, whispering wind on high, help us t forget, it is not our wish t die, like that of the howling crescendo of Mother Natures cries.

2006 hotpinkauras