I once slept deep, without start,
Through the hours of the night,
Held safe beside your beating heart,
Your well-known arms held tight;
I knew not of a truer home,
Or peace; then, all was right.
//
We learned as one of pleasure
Through the hours of the night,
That moon-cast time was treasure
And all the world was right,
We felt like the first lovers
In the gleam of candlelight.
//
But cruel Selene is fickle
In the hours of the night,
When her light waned to a trickle
Your love, in turn, took flight-
Aphrodite's just as volatile
As the Queen of Waning Light.
//
With glee, she plucked the arrow
In the hours of the night;
The wound it left was narrow,
When she took it from your side,
But, being vain, and fond of games,
She left the shaft in mine.
//
And so, I'll leave a candle burning
Through the hours of the night,
In hopes my stubborn, weary yearning
Pulls you back home to my light;
I'll warm my fingers in the flame,
And will you to my sight.
//
Lie and say you think of me
Through the hours of the night,
Or help me pull my arrow free;
Release me from this plight,
Or else, I fear I'm doomed to love
You all my worthless life.
///
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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