A constellation bright and bold

Walks among the stars.

Like tapestries, his cloth unfolds,

He sips the dust of Mars.

Lightning cracked upon his name

As hands steadied the bow.

His legacy is farmer’s game

Whose seeds the moon did sow.

 

Her brother’s tale of Hyacinth,

His sorrow bore her joy.

Her blinded mind a labyrinth

Where love was but a toy.

Yet when the night bled into dusk

She stood an infant maid,

Bare before his brittle musk

And the bones his feet had laid.

 

The woods around them chattered,

Shook by silent hymns.

The wolves sharp howls shattered,

Their fiery eyes had dimmed.

“Why hast our Lady turned to frost?”,

They spoke out with a cry.

For the huntress wept for passion lost,

Orion in the sky.