it's a star dresses dark
and yet reflects the sun light
and upon the shiny holy arc
an art for the moonlight
in crescent stance we take
untold things we held tight
so she turned away and then back
to say some sassy darkened words
a question that awakes my wounds
and there's something back it holds
to be disguished for all praise

till then strains of the souls rise
to touch the souls and lifted eyes
an innocence shines out her face
Is aphrodites-like in her grace
that throws an apple in the sea
then Poseidon symbolizes me
by the waves he fled and shell
till atlantis he sinks the Arrow's swell
so stars watched without compassion
he fought back in roar of passion
yet a soul lost to the temptations
to her games and the little groves
while she rides the white horse

Author/ Aladdin AURES H.