"Goddess (Celestial Chronology)"

The moon was full that

Night, that night when you

Took me in your arms and

Held me, promised me things

In whispers, mended my

Shattered heart. I picked

Myself back up only to

Fall once more, but this time

Each embrace left me with

The unspoken promise of so

Much more. Life was new,

Exciting; each day my eyes

Roved across the faces of the

Crowd, searching for yours.

You had always been there before,

But you suddenly burst into

My thoughts like a bolt of

Lightening: quick, intense, and

Fleeting. Yes, fleeting. It

Seemed that I had once

Again misread the flashing

Neon signs, and everything I

Had known or thought I

Knew now perform elaborate

Somersaults across the vaults

Of memory and emotion.

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The stars were bright that

Night, that night where,

Among the enchanted singing

And revelries of Nature

Herself, I quietly whispered

My devotion and all my

Hopes and desires to you,

Giving you my heart on a

Silver platter. You took my

Humble offering, looked me

In the eyes and swore you

Would always remember, always

Cherish me, which is so much

More than I really deserve.

My heart rejoiced to be in

Your company, and as you

Gently gathered me into your

Arms I swore I would

Never leave you.

Lightning struck once more,

Setting my soul ablaze,

My mind intent on the

Heat of the moment.

Of course, no one is

Ever prepared for it to end.

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The sun was hot that

Day, that day when, after

So many months, I realized

That it was never meant to

Be, that we were never

Meant to touch or taste

Or see or experience that

First plunge into utter and

Complete contented oblivion.

My whispered vows, our

Moonlight reveries all for

Naught, I fell, a once-

Proud conqueror, into the

Bondage of Slavery.

The lightening strikes once

More, reviving, and I will

Rise. Oh, yes, I will.

The ghostly specter will

Give birth to a glowing

Goddess, alive and powerful

And beautiful.

Ones worthy of her will

Flock by the thousands to

Worship, and you—

You will stand, forlorn,

Forgotten, sadly remembering

The chances you overlooked

So long ago.