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
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