Constellation
Aquarius, my
designated sky
beacon,
suggests I am shy
yet destined to cry
“Freedom,”
look chiefs in the eye.
But I see that drive’s
demon.
Though I do bemoan
downplays of women,
don’t try
efforts to reason:
when bloodlust’s sweetened,
invite
our link to deepen
until they’re weakened
allies.
*Nine lines per stanza, lines 1,2,4,5,7,8 have 5 syllables and rhyme
with each other, lines 3,6, 9 have two syllables and rhyme with each
other; the end rhyme for short lines continues to the following stanza;
the final stanza’s short-line end rhyme is the same as the long-line end
rhyme in opening stanza.
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