A/N: this was written on the bus, for a short story comp. thoughts?
I dive, deeper, slower, the twilight clinging to me like a lost child. Venus greets me; the Morning and Evening star. She is the goddess of handwritten notes signed with three small crosses; the goddess of lovelorn maidens and old married couples. She is the first to appear and the last to fade. She holds the wishes of the young in their naïvety.
The Moon greets me, now. If Venus is a beautiful princess then the Moon is a queen, long in station; elegant in her greyness. Tendrils of sky partially cover her ancient beauty tonight, and she is diminished. Yet she carries herself with the grace of a monarch.
I push deeper into the blueness and blackness; this sea of skies.
The day no longer holds to me. The last shreds of light fade. Venus and all her host are in full splendor, reigning over the skies unchallenged. The Moon watches and waits.
The starlight weaves around me as I see my kin. They are amongst the stars, watching, learning. The Satellites have the loneliest life of all, yet their ranks swell daily. They are destined to be forever passive, forever watching, forever waiting.
Mars brushes past me in an arrogance of hurry. He is sharp, and only Venus knows him truly. He is the god of heat and chivalry, and of war.
I fall deeper, deeper and darker.
It is cold now. The Sun has surrendered to the Moon, the joyful king and his queen of silver. They repeat the cycle: forever, in slow, lazy circles. //unfinished
