Étoile
Silver, bent on being proper
slowly lapses to decay;
Despite all life still had to offer,
it also carried love away.
Silver, lustful, ever wanting
shameless thoughts within her head;
With her enchanting gazes haunting,
took her shameless thoughts to bed.
Silver, in the moonlight shining,
holds the hand of coming Spring.
How desperate; the Season pining
for the breath her lips would bring.
Silver, from the ashes rising
high above the painful past.
Now finished with apologizing:
She smirks, and winter ends at last.