Aurora: the ancient Goddess

There lies a beauty where dawn reigns
between the eyes of the sun
soaring and blazing from the depth of the night
and the eyes of a God whose celestial kingdom has risen.

My wolf opened his weary eyes and,
all at once, they burnt fiercer the fire in my heart.
Lure me into your eyes and mine shall open no more
and those who sleep shall awake to welcome the martyr of the dawn.

Snowfall, sweet silent harmony of sorrow,
the mantle of all irate storms gathered in one moment of nihility.
An ode for those who won't forget,
the heritage of the proud yellow eyes,
the nest any raven ever seeked.

I once witnessed the birds above,
fluttering away, escaping from the winter solstice
Now, they caress the winds, far from home,
singing requiems forever on.

The wounds in my words shall ever be forgotten
for his eyes are beyond your reach even when shown.