Starry Poems

Masquerade of the Damned

At the dance held by the seven,

To start at night by eleven.

All have dressed in night elegance,

Cosmic arrayed intelligence.

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Ball that procured ev'ryone's joy,

Never knew of the hidden ploy.

All but one will acquire their doom,

The 'one' will leave one no presume.

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The messenger have ran too late,

The first one to receive his fate.

A breathless, elegant beauty

In retrograde, she danced fearly.

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A mother that feared for her son,

Lune's eclipse, will she still see one?

One declared war against the might,

Now he can only see seared light.

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Timeless man and his divine watch

Have clocked out after just one match.

Thunders of the most powerful

Struck the rod and was stormed windful.

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One who embodies heavenly

Won't escape his winds severely.

Another drifted in his sea;

Nay, it is not a mean to flee.

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Welcoming booming discordant,

Survival, he won't even grant.

All who have crossed Sol's burning gaze

Receives no mercy with his blaze.

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What an eventful night it is!

Surely, nothing would be amiss.

All have danced with beauty and grace,

He rewards with a kiss of rays.