She danced under her
deep-sunken sun,
Her life’s most sorrowful last
dance.
As the soft breeze blows through
her lengthy hair,
Mingled in a day of incessant rain
was a massive, uncertain blur.
When dim from her flaws grew
each time she cries,
Pain and weakness crawled
in her begging, bleary eyes.
Alone she wept, she sorely wept alone.
And gloom flames
what her aching heart consumes.
The discordant clouds soon ceased weeping.
Shadows of hope and love suddenly furled
her destroyed and delicate wings.
She opened her eyes
from her weary, wretched plight,
Selene gently wrapped her
in her bright, glittering light.
And as the night arrives and pervades her heart with gleam,
Vermilion flares up through her new
and brighter dreams.
