Monday, 3 November 2008

eclipse

you are my moon.
waxing:
first glances, first touches. you were my first.
i couldn't have been more head over heels if i'd tried. pulled towards you like waves.
1st quarter:
i blossomed (a night flower-lily you said)
and your eyes shone from behind your hair, like nothing could ever dim them again.
full:
peak time we couldn't go any further (reached the end of your tether?)
the beginning of the end (oh so cliché)
oh how she pulled you away, Lady Diana and dirty Diana.
and she stole you away, with her chariot. hunted you.
I loved Diana until then, until she shot me in the heart, an arrow piercing my chest.
last quarter:
we might as well skip this.
it was too quick for me to take notes.
waning:
Athena was born fully formed, grown up too fast.
Jealous Athena, jealous of Arachne
Athena, always protected by her armour.
enslaved by her shield.
Athena was left with her city, crumbling and useless-turned to dust by time.
And Diana isn't such a fucking virgin anymore.