The gods all snickered at Aphrodite,
The mistress ruling Juliet's clueless heart.
She smiled at the flickering light
Though she knew not why.
The flame had all but withered
But it warmed her from inside.
Shimmering crescent in a black abyss
Wind howling, tearing at her clothes
She cries to the night, cries for her loss.
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