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