Illuminated by gods shimmering plate.
It's half empty of the heavens.
Half her face is shrouded by a veil of shadows.
The night, her long funeral dress (as long as night lasts).
Is held together by evanescent pins
Some stuck well, some long since fallen
At the corners of existence.
Serpentine clouds slither through
Wisping through her hair and past her face
Flickering as demons, faces, lovers
All eternity's memories of love.
She wanders the empty sky alone.
The cosmic widow of the night.
Ever waiting above the earth
For her solar lover to return.
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