Venus

A classical poem with set rhyme scheme and (hopefully) what was a dark twist at the end

The skies they were vivid and bright

And the stars pointed to morn

As the moonlight hinted of morn

It was day when my maiden betrayed

And my lustre heart was torn

My seraphic sinner betrayed

And my sound sanity was torn

It was night when my maiden was sleeping

And I kissed her heart goodbye

When I kissed her spirit goodbye

My maiden was silently screaming

When I cured her and made her mine

The skies they were ashen and grayed

The trees they were leaden and sere

The trees they were senescent and sere

It was day when nature portrayed

My maiden hanging here

Not one shall disturb the marais

Of my maiden hanging here

It was night when my maiden ceased breathing

For the lingering illness has past

For the pandemic and pain has past

The cancer that is called living

My maiden was cured of at last