Average perspective of Cronus after chatting with Meenah

Average perspective of Cronus after verbally bashing Mituna

Her Hands Had Planted Stars

Her hands had planted stars within the fertile void

Those glowing blooms scattered throughout

A lily upon the lake where the first lotus sprouts

Ingens Amphibian

From the temple so serene

Divinus Amphibian

From the visions within her dreams

What slumberous death had awakened her to calamity

Before those falling rocks so ignified

As her guardian refrained so fortified

From flora to frost to forests she was borne

As she stoked the forge that so surged with warmth

Revived herself from dreams to knells

Inbred menagerie and ribbits impossible to quell

That guardian so wise, what events could he foretell

The sovereign slayer whom hunted for the girl

Was tricked and swayed as his emotions were thirled

For that beastly agent, once hatefully enraged

To compassionate feelings he had so unfurled

From those dead dreams she did try to recreate

The universe she saw, so vast and illuminate

But she was reckoned to be doomed

A truth she refused to inscape

And went yonder to bargain with the snake

who did have her abide with caution, “escape!”

Yet Death had fancied this tragic lass

By the bombings induced by the droll

His life too, taken as a toll

Alas the slayer had mourned with blushing piety

Laid her to rest upon the furnished bed

Where she’d dreamt once more, begotten to a deity

With a starry wonder she found herself in,

With her doggish ears, her doggish dress, her doggish coyness

She plucked from the void the planets, the seed, the forge, the clocks, the dew, the gusts,

She’s taken them all, left no trace,

And so had fled the witch of space.