Hold’em high

Soldiers march across the great divide, holding up their torches high. Fighting back the encompassing night.  They march shoulder to shoulder, across the sky. They cannot win. But still they fight.  Each year their numbers greater.  More torches bring more light. Some are broken; can’t hold their torches straighter. Others march with all their might. Continue reading “Hold’em high”

The hunter; part 2

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?Continue reading “The hunter; part 2”