poetry

Dive

The mists swirl
cloak made of dust and wind
the islands float above my head
I am starcrossed, the mate of the Selene
and the blood it gives
the weeping sky fulfills my craving
as I jump into nothingness
the mist covers my body
and dives with me, to take a hold
on the core of this world
the darkness hidden within
within my fingers, it crumbles
the lover of the red moon
the chosen of the mourning star