The Selene Descent

She warms as she sinks

White then orange then pink then red

Her mottled skin from millennia of abuse

In a beautiful display of ancient wisdom

Fading as her creator rises

Being swallowed by the atmosphere of her mother

Growing within an illusion of optics

Reducing to a mere crescent

Until her descent is complete

And her illuminating beauty caresses another realm

Gone once more until another day ends

The eternal cycle of divinity