i was born under a waning moon. behind the moon was a demon was queen who laid out my life for me in ways i would not wish upon the darkest evil. there was an irony written in the stars that night. (perhaps more coincidence than irony).
either way, saturn continues to laugh at me.
i don't remember the night my fate was written, but i will never forget the night it reared it's ugly head.
the moon tells me she loves me, but i know her ugly secret. the forgotten face that lingers in waiting like a prophecy. hiding unspoken.
the moon creates waves of life but she is also the one who calls for a tsunami. she is powerful, but she is playing with fire in a very literal way.
she must have forgotten who she has continued to torment.
i am the sun.
i am a lover with the power of venus.
she can steal and take what she pleases, but that will never change my ability to destroy it all at a moment's notice.
a single flare of my emotion is enough to destroy worlds, yet i breathe life into every soul i touch.
i have everything to give and i don't ask for much.
just look at me.
remember me.
she is a hidden and forgotten force.
don't forget me.
