Silver girls
Never gold, never grow old
A sliver of the moon,
We all claim to share.

Burning silver
Like the arrows of a god whose name I can't
Pronounce or care to remember
Silver girls
Fated to fade into the mist
Destined to become the foam
That kisses ocean shores.

Branded to be the shadow that lives in men's hearts
The shadows that start wars but never end them
Silver girls

Tragic constellations,
Stories of warning to others,
Tragedies that ***** themselves out like
Weary candles.

We are the shadows of history,
Trailing after the gold
Hoping for a moment in the stories of men,
A golden moment,
Only to find that we were the witches in their stories
All along