You’re a goddess of the night. A far cry from his light.

Yet he stands before you under the moonlight, eyes searching yours for something you have never given him. Not once, not in all the lifetimes he has spent loving you.

“You never seek me out,” He finally says, his tone quiet, lacking it’s usual flair.

He isn’t cruel. He isn’t forceful with his love. If anything, he’s devoted himself to you. Through all your elusiveness, he still chases you.

Muses, Nymphs, all have gone since he’d met you.