Selene, the Silvery Moon
Her golden crown shone brightly through dark-quiet.
Adorned, in robes of earthen hues and flowing
Fiery dragons pulled her silver chariot.
Clasping whiteness within her hands, love glowing.
Selene kneeled before her father to beg him.
Her love’s eternal sleep and youth, her new whim,
Nightly, now, she treks the skies for love treasured.
Zeus granted her wish, sleep upon her shepherd.
© February 28, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
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