Pale, Her lips hold secrets
Mirth there in cold smiles
Coy, She chases the stars
Wrapped in stellar beguile

Comfort then found, Her face
Gently, She guides to slumber
A blanket of darkness surrounding
Behold, Her infinite wonders.

Crawling, ageless 'cross the sky
Where Her waning Figure be drawn
Starlit tears see Her transcending
Above a flushed and relentless dawn.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Chronos, in the year 644 AF.