By: Gus Victoria
Night is a tender mistress
Deceptive in her care
As brutal Sun reveals
Secrets she devours.
Her gentle cloak
Hides her children;
Warriors against the Star,
That unprotected would die.
She is the Silver Mistress
He the Golden Master.
No love lost
Between the two
Who once were lovers
Cut of the same divine cloth
Turned each to a unique tapestry
Complimentary and conflicting
As the light strikes,
And time distorts
To make a portrait
Of failed once-loves,
Of perfection not attained.
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