Her tears are like asteroids falling from the heavens
I mean to never be on the wrong side of her
my love my sweetest of flames
a warrior to boot, she of many names

She called to me on that winter night
on that cold dark January, in icy crisp words
she said to me, will we come
and now like her I am one

She of many names
mighty or not I am your slave
and I will honor you with all my heart
with my beating heart, to my grave

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris