Midnight Maiden's Ballad

The maiden’s tears rolled in so fast,

Her tender heart throbbed to the sky,

If she thought her life to last,

She simply dreamed of beginning to die.

 

I saw her on the summer’s eve,

Where the grove touched lips with blue,

The deepest midnight, I do believe,

There where she plotted what to do

 

Now that our heavens had lost all sheen,

The glimmering stars robbed out of sight

By a curse- legendarily mean,

But one not lost on her perpetual might;

 

‘The Guardian’, told in her robes,

One of election by her heart,

Had not herself chosen to go,

Instead tasked, lest the sky depart.

 

I watched as the stories of her power

Unfolded into my wearied eyes;

It was in that very hour

That she completed all once surmised:

 

In that one flash amongst the trees,

Incarnate flesh melted to flaming light;

As midnight had her all but seized,

My eyes revealed little more than night.

 

But, ‘lo! Above my head a pattern grew,

The tears of an angel, diamond-tight,

Had created exactly what she knew,

A string of stars spread throughout the night.

 

“Starlight silver, starlight bright,”

I heard her voice amongst the scene,

“That which dwells in me tonight,”

Images falling from a dream.

 

The row of trees bowed down to her,

The goddess standing in the dark,

Moonbeam smile and ozone curl,

Her face and palms held in a spark.

 

The maiden’s tears rolled in so fast,

Her tender heart throbbed to the sky,

If she thought her life to last,

She simply dreamed of beginning to die.

The End

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