Legend

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Was it her skin, flurried in drifts          
of rose beyond a copse of crowns          
drawing such a reluctant light        
from a heavily pursed brow          
         
Was it her innocent glance back        
easing doubt enough to accept her        
fleeting descent pursued by a slated          
rogue of blue ‘ore rounded earth        
         
As a last unicorn of somber forest        
following a vestal virgin to its death        
knowing, “When the sun has set,          
no candle can replace it.” Except          
         
The Moon and her astral entourage          
from which all legends are sourced.          
~          
       
         
Quote attribution: George R. Martin    
Image: Universe House sunset