Selene
Fiona Kennedy Though I should live to see a thousand years, I would not dare to chase the night with day But every moon would mark my vigil here-My lady loves in phases, but I stay. For in the darkest hour she alights, With starry matter drifting in her wake A crescent crown adorns her tresses bright, And for the night her hand is mine to take But when she goes I whiten at the thought Of sunlit hours and silence so unsound-The single shade that Time and Fate forgot, I am the only ghost above the ground For like the tide, at moonset she recedes The cruelest constant nature has decreed.
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