Super Sonnet Sunday/Poem a Day: Celita Luna, Queen of Tides


I hold the moon within,
My name is but a flower,
She will not give in,
Blooming forever and an hour.


Celita Luna, Queen of Tides,
All have bent their knee,
For she is the mother of the night that rides,
Her children, all gods, keep her lands free.


The shade grows,
To take the Jewel of Atlantis,
Celita knows,
She will strike fast, moving as a mantis.


I will move with her,
Singing a song to make me stronger.


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