The Stars Of Amarantha (Dark) Poem by Orin MSH

The ceaseless Night - the restless sea
The hunting place of proud Poseidon,
The slight of Amaranthus was to be—
His death-knell from wild Hemlock poison

The peace and quiet of the one.
Euboea's gift, her regal son,
He who beguiles but could not see
Though Artemis hunts by his side
Engulfed by visions she did foresee
The end is near for one so bright.

Ah, Life! Your flowers are trampled on
No joy nor thrill to look upon
And gaze at the stars of Amarantha,
While dreaming of Kingdoms afar
As scarlet petals of poppied Amaranth
Becomes her true immortal cenotaph;
The splendors of God in His sacred Light.

The stars of my Amarantha
The only star that shimmers now,
Not in the ever darkening skies
But in Artemis's redeeming eyes.