Tristan Robert Lange

Queen Selene

Crescent goddess—
Yet they call you a man—
Silly boys inserting themeselves—
Nay, penetrating
The impenetrable.
Men may have landed—
Not even their astroids
Could violate you,
Radiant Queen
Selene
You shine on us still—
 
Us...still—
 
Your petulant children.
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally publishd on tristanrobertlange.com, September 24, 2025
 
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