A/N: wouldtheywriteasongforyou's prize-fic for writing the most poems in the Monthly Poetry Flood Competition's February round. Enjoy. :D
canopy of mars
She was the sun, the goddess of victory that blazed through that hazy shroud
wrapped in that curtain of blood: a true fighter in the wars, and not the figurehead
if inaction he'd despised, and himself become.
He'd had no scene of invisibility to hide behind; still, he'd tried to cloak himself
and maybe, maybe, there was a little redemption in not fighting back
but he'd had no satisfying pearls of sweat rolling down his too pale skin –
And her skin was crisp, sun-kissed and burnt with the hot lashes of the sun
she'd stood ever so close to, been framed by…and his skin was too sensitive now,
from the blanket of dust had kept him cold, for a little star like him
to reach up there at all.