‘Selene,

I lost you when rain

softly sang a song In ethereal voices.

Spirits ahead, dawn of awakening,

violence of love and the truth of few choices.

To remember, if not told already,

the guiding lights that extended our muse.

I Hold thee dearly into my arms

as I search for an ending for this abuse.

My heart, unbroken,

my feelings, unresolved.

my story, untold,

my sight, unseen.

All things devour from what’s on the inside

as I, with no words, scream to my Selene…

Ode to the night, hearing your ohms,

What I never lost, shimmer in the sky,

Of all, nothing more, than the need of; ‘human desire.’

The song we sang dearly wanders through my vein,

despite the satire have I lost this voice in my choir.

‘This Sunday,

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