His Night Goddess

Behind the clouds

In the half-shadow of her neck,

darkness meets purple,

The Triple Goddess of the Moon shines,

without beginning,

without end.

Night fell,

heavy as black velvet,

while in the shadows,

The night goddess became crowned.

Around her neck,

she wears the universe,

a secret woven from threads;

Silver and Gold;

Sun and Moon.

Around her neck,

a heavy, possessive,

an ancient spell of the Triple Goddess;

a cold cosmic comfort.

Silver and gold,

Sun and Moon,

intertwined in eternal fall,

two chains that tighten the throat,

and steal the last hope.

He saw that fine aesthetics of sin,

felt its breath,

and possessed a body of purple,

in a land where every night turns into discovery,

before it turned to dust.

She became his goddess of the night,

his blue star of the Sun,

while in the depths of the cold shadow,

a wild heart beats.

In the same body,

under the same sky,

the down-to-earth beast

and the passionate lioness

are silent without a word.

Over them,

Pluto and Neptune,

the lords of eternal sleep,

watch over their fate,

while the blue star of the Sun sinks.

And only that hidden truth remains,

swims silently in the darkness,

for only he knows,

what is truly hidden behind the clouds.

…

Purple and darkness

fall on the shoulders.

Around the neck

the cold thread of time knocks.

The Triple Goddess of the Moon

awakens in the fog,

while in the shadows their reason goes mad.

She has become his Goddess of the night.

They will go all the way to the edge of the abyss.

Pluto digs graves for their old wounds,

Neptune weaves illusions in those foggy days.

No one sees, no one knows...

Heavy clouds swallow the last air...

Because only he knows...

What this darkness hides…