It was a harsh fate, our fair moon goddess, Selene, born to Titans soon expelled to the thrice darkened depths of Tartarus. Once her brother crossed the sky to light our days, she rose triumphantly to regale our nights with her otherworldly glow, a shining beacon in the licorice black darkness. She would love a mortal to the ends of eternal slumber, lest his youth and beauty vanish to Time’s vagaries. Their fifty daughters would bring the phases, and tonight she rises waning after July’s Blessing Moon, her beauty unmatched, her light sharp and fierce as she slowly fades towards the crescent.
3 comments:
Hi Mel/Thanos:
It's been awhile. Hopefully, I'll have more time to blog and read. Just out of curiousity, I see you have a link to the Scruffy American, but I closed my blog ions ago, and I'm not sure what that blog is or this Casey Pena is. Is this a satire of my previous nonsensical blog posts or something else I wonder?
Wow, that brief thing you wrote is very, very romantic and Greeky. Makes me want to sing, "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore ..." ha ha. Just kiddin', I know that's eye-talian. But seriously, that's nice stuff.
Hey Scruffy. I just left your link up, I didn't realize you got rid of your blog. I guess someone else took the blog url you had! I'm removing it now.
Onward and upward, thanks! I hate just posting pictures, so I often write a little something dorky using Greek mythology with it.
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