brushing the night sky from your shoulders
bruises blossom all over your back
just like you see only the Bright Ones usually do

dipping my finger into your sorrows
I draw from them the constellations
spanning your body and
with their angular shapes
I adorn your furrowed brow

Rise
Lioness
Huntress

coat the tips of your arrows with your misfortunes
shower your foes with pinpricks that swallow
the light of all that is
all that was and
all that may be

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