Arien

When yet the world was young she bore this cross
Until the world is gone, her course she’ll keep
Across the sky to hide the troubling stars
And burn away the night’s mild dark and sleep.

And scorn her love, the pearly, wayward moon
And scorch the lookers on her fiery eyes
For long ago she rose into the sky
To bear that orb, forsaking paradise.


(This was actually written for an assignment for my Creative Writing class where we were supposed to write a poem in the style of our favorite poet. 10 points to anyone who can guess mine.)