Étoile

Silver, bent on being proper

slowly lapses to decay;

Despite all life still had to offer,

it also carried love away.

Silver, lustful, ever wanting

shameless thoughts within her head;

With her enchanting gazes haunting,

took her shameless thoughts to bed.

Silver, in the moonlight shining,

holds the hand of coming Spring.

How desperate; the Season pining

for the breath her lips would bring.

Silver, from the ashes rising

high above the painful past.

Now finished with apologizing:

She smirks, and winter ends at last.