I really don't like being alone at night
It's so unbearable sometimes, a heavy blight
No matter how tired, or beat so be I might
Sleep is just something my body fights.
With how active I am at night,
You'd think it's throne would be my birthright
A throne under the stars and the moon's blessed white light
To the moon I hail, with Venus close in tail.
Charged with watch over the veil
I reign, serve, and dance for their avail
In return they soothe every heartache and ail.
Oh great Primordial Mothers who's soothing always prevails.
I thank thee for always being there without fail.
The moon's earthly liaison, a priestess of their soft light
The celestials my only company at such hours, They comfort me, saying "it'll be alright."
The Moon and Venus stroke my hair and hold me tight
Their words prophetic, they whisper light:
"This loneliness is temporary, we will bring you your one true knight. A beautiful man with a humble heart, kind, creative, secure, ambitious, protective, and full of fight."
Their blessed words I hold true and right
So I work work work until brought together by fate intertwined tight
But even I know not when the time comes so try as I might
The Gods timing I trust airtight.
For now I reign and sit up tall, posture right
Until I am compelled to sleep by the rising daylight.
As if too far from the moon to stay energetically alight
Oh how lonely it is to sit on The Throne of the Night
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Dead Doves and Their Pretty Corpses
PoetryA collection of original poems, writings, and laments Hopefully cathartically relatable to those who read it, as you are not alone in this abyss. I am here too. Cover art by: Voidbug on IG
