Wherever I am, the dark comes, and I am alone.
Mostly.
Night eats at my edges, but for the sky,
which blankets the world,
which again I search.
The three stars are all I know, and he
spreads out around them,
forming my protector.
He'll hunt my loneliness;
Orion.
Author notes
My favorite constellation.
A contest entry
- Las Estrellas! by sol-luna.
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