Curse of the Huntresses

By: Isabel Nee

And so the sun, in its dying fire falls,
Into the darkness of the night’s black realm.
The moon ascends into the sky, so stalls
I, to see its beauty and feel its calm.
But then come the stars, crossed in others eyes,
That we cannot in daylight seek to be
Near, lest others in hate try to demise
This love’s fragile bond between you and me.
O, how different are we, you with light
Green and blue eyes, long sunset scarlet locks,
I, with pale skin and tresses black as night.
Yet, we are so the same we dare not talk,
For those that hate us would divide us, nay,
We fight for what they vain try to delay.