Clovonius

A short tale of the moon and the stars.

A tale told of the stitcher Clovonius,

Who betroth'd the moon and the stars for us.

When a heated brawl with the midnight bull

Who was untimely born and muscle full

Stripped the bride the day she sought to wed

And gored the new groom bloody in their bed.

Clovonius saw the lovers' end not so,

For her love was woven a sky bed bright

Showing her face to the world ev'ry night,

Longing for her lover's look in deep woe

Turning her bright eyes thirty days each glow.

The groom he spread around in night's dark sky,

His million eyes dripping dew as for why

He cannot see his bride in the darkness

When they are in so close as to caress.

So he vowed to run 'round the world each day

In the vast expanse his gaze outward lay,

While she searches the Earth in days seven,

Never to meet for he ventures in heaven.

The pearl of night and her fragmented groom,

By Clovonius bound in a lonely doom.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Onlyme]

An interesting, thought-provoking tale, that was dark and creepy. Not your typical all things nice to do with moon and stars. Loved it.

[Cass Ashe]

I was trying for something that wasn't so normal and it got a little darker than I imagined at first, but I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

[Onlyme]

I think it worked perfectly.