I am cloaked in darkness
your warmth embraces me,
though you were slain in vain
you burn bright in the sky.

You guide me by your name
a month-long fight on Main,
killed was your destiny
the quest of Hercules.

I cannot hide from you
for your hide protects me,
influencing my thoughts
I’m waxing and waning.

You’re my badge of honor,
a prized luminary
of small monstrosity,
my Lion of the night.

Read: Day 1 – My Horse Bessie [hr gap=”2″]Today’s National Poetry Writing Month prompt was to write a poem about a constellation.