Goddess
Lightning strikes,
splitting the black velvet sky in two.
I watch as she twirls in circles,
spinning raindrops through the air.
Her hair is pure gold in the moonlight,
her skin a milky silver,
moving, changing, flowing,
as she does, through the field.
I am captivated,
she is a goddess of the night
and I am not worthy
to worship at her feet.
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