"astronomy 2.2"

(to daenerys)

 

there is beauty in you, yes,

in the purple stars that line your face,

when supernovas drown in gas

that blinding purple falls in place

 

there it is, to me like none

eyes true, shut in fashion still

to catch the light before it’s gone,

to free thy life and not to kill

 

purple light for crimson steel

back for timing’s frail,

in belief that will not heal

from two tracks to single trail

 

ghostly, cross the threshold screen

lips are parted, straight to hell

on that side, too strong a beam

lips departed, love, farewell

Platon