dusk

MOONSTRUCK

she was a night breeze, dancing mellifluously with the waves. she was a goddess, but she was a monster all the same. perhaps that was why she retreated into her dank cave, deep undersea, where she thought she was safe from spears and tridents and swords. she was safe,

or so she thought. she loved midnight. oh, how she loved him dearly. but the dark entity didn't reciprocate her feelings, instead he hid underneath the cocoon of stars and the scarred moon, avoiding her at all cost. perhaps, he thought he needed to keep his distance from her. so he wouldn't

turn into a monster, just like her. the scarred moon, she had foreseen this. she was wise as she was silent. she became an observer of lonely love and anguish tears and inevitable regret. they said, she had watched too many too much broken hearts and bleeding skin, that she became the epitome of broken hearts and bleeding skin itself. they said, that was why she was full of scars on her being,

because she had observe too many too much. now, she watched the night breeze, the zephyr, turned into something she was supposed to be. a monster. she stirred the waves so violent it destroyed the stones in which it crashed, leaving the crumbled debris sunk to the seabed. she was rage, rubescent in all her amaranthine glory. until

the first hint of light appeared in the horizon. the sea calmed. the scarred moon faded. midnight disappeared. she was astounded. and yet again, she danced mellifluously, however, this time she danced with the sun, red coalesced with golden ray. she was

INDEED A GODDESS, BUT NOT, IN A SENSE, A MONSTER. SHE WAS, SURELY, INCANDESCENTLY, SOMETHING WAY MORE.

黄昏時