The day always ends as Helios descends into the nights slumbering

As Selene is left to cradle up the moon like a boulder surrounded in wool

Every night to pass it over their heads to glow people in her romantic moonlight

Even in sleep you glow for the navy blue of Nyx’s sky purely purged of daylight

Selene’s pitch black hair wrapping around the tallest of trees no intentions cruel

Shaking them as needles shake of off sounds like a nails constant stuttering

Leaving compost for Demeter as her strands of hair stray back into the sky’s wing

Gleaming down to the earths surface to the many glimmering of a moonpool

Seeming to ride her chariot across the mothers sky the decorative stars a birthright

Easily going through the nights purple gale winds a strangulation of winds so tight

Her crowns moon a crescent glowing to almost out do the moon itself as a fool

To look at her In the reflection of lakes with lily pads circling like their summoning

As moonflowers bloom down there leaving the ground a white pale flourishing

As you disassociate pulling your consciousness away in her glowing silent tidepool

Carrying away the stress of the day her smile on her lips of pale rhodochrosite

As her body glows of neon alabaster whisping down to the earth like a lost sealight

Leading the slothful dreamers away along the thread of star constellations a spool

Her laugh sounding like a calm Eldritch echo unknowing followers sleepily numbering