O Mighty Orion

A furry star so damp and bright
purred with grace and simmering light.

Brushed against his heavenly belt
sprinkling her pearls above his kilt.

O Mighty Orion, cease your play.
I did not come to reminisce or stay.

You came to steal my wavering heart,
rip it out of my chest, smash it apart.

O Mighty Hunter, she wickedly gasped.
a kiss on the lips was all I asked.

I want that kiss, and for you to stay,
to hold in my arms for a night or day.

That all depends on your hardened vigil,
between your Saiph and starry Rigel.

I have what you want, a behemoth
behind a nebulous cloud of milky cloth.

I don’t believe you have what it takes
to make my Kitten moan or shake.

I will gather and wake every feline in you.
I will hunt very animal until you say “I do.”

O Mighty Lover, do not say those words.
Goddess Gaia is fond of her worldly herds.

I don’t care about any god or goddess.
I’m Poseidon’s son, and a Gorgon menace.

You have angered the lady of Earth and Land.
She will turn your ashes into stone and sand.

I only care for you and those promised nights,
where I will forever be between your thighs.  

O Poor Orion, your heart was so pure.
The wrath of a goddess you could not endure.  

You died for your insolence and earthly love.
And Zeus placed you among the stars above.