What was he chasing? A grouse? A mouse?
Or even a spouse?
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Mighty hunter in the night sky.
Yes, I do mean to pry.
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Sheave your sword.
Rest from that invisible cord.
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Chios isn’t here.
Come and hold Merope, your dear.
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Pleiades is at rest.
The mighty Scorpio failed his best.
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Only the moon chases you tonight.
Let her hold you in her sight.
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Away from all wildness safe into your beautiful eyes
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Thanks for reading 💕
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Nice astrophotography!
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Looks cold! Love Sagittarius. My birth month and all. Orion’s Belt is always a hallmark in the winter sky. Props for Merope and Chios.
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Thank you 💕 Capricorn but I don’t honestly know if I could pick it out in the night sky. It was 30 degrees ish the other night.
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Orion hunter of the sky
poised your bow is drawn
Constellation floating high
forever hunting dawn
Should you let your arrow fly
to pierce the heart of night
Or fall upon your sword to die
and thus become the light ~
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This was their sympathy?
Placing me in the night sky for eternity?
Canis Major and Canis Minor my only companions.
Feelings akin to abandon.
Denied my Merope, not from above.
Blinded for my love.
Accused, Artemis for trying to rape her.
Hunters we were.
Apollo’s jealousy over Artemis’,
What a fuss?
Cannot live. Cannot die.
Forever racing across the night sky.
Those drops you feel on starry nights;
those are not mermaid tears. They are reminders of my plight.
Reminders that I was given back my sight.
To see that I’m forever stuck in this night.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy …”
This is not a prophecy.
See me. See me in this form in the night sky.
I cannot live. I cannot die.
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