Curse of Venus
On the sound of pounding bells
Breaking dawn proudly rides
The Sun creates a coppered vault
On which the life of morning strides
But disbalance of this sight appears
So discordant, yet so small
While reason halts and senses fail
A closer look reveals it all
A lonely flash smothered by day's light
An orphan star forsaken by the night
Once it shone a light so bright
But of the star the night lost sight
Cursed Venus now grieves and mourns
For the wretched misdeed has been done
More dark nights will surely pass
But hers, in truth, was only one |