The Barbaric Yawp

She’s always loved the rain 

Because she gets to take the petrichor 

And store it for evermore 

As a memory from her reverie.

Seven worlds away, in an elysian space, 

Her divinity screams 

“Oh Lucelia, come back home to me” 

Lucelia grew up amongst a caliginous haze 

A silver clad crook’s curse enchanted her brain 

Next thing you know is all of her luminosities are evanescent