Age, meaningless number that it is
Without value, lacking worth
The amount of whispered revolutions
Around the sun by planet Earth

Heavenly bodies moving through space
Are then quite something to behold
Within them lies the key to beauty
And the secret of never growing old

While in desperation, the goddess Meteora
Casts spells at her reflection in the mirror
Her powers of persuasion used to thwart
A falling from grace foretold in fear

It is fear that propels her into veering
Off her accustomed celestial course
Sympathizing with her, Luna knows
That power waxes, wanes in force

The real enchantment of the divine
Lies within the eyes of the beholder
As does the illusion that beauty fades
When beholding oneself as older

Never to be found within in potions, spells
Or fated within an astrological chart
Rather in the spectator watching the stars
Mind free of time, young at heart

And should Meteora pass your way
Be brave and be even bolder
To resist the temptation of power
Burden she cursed herself to shoulder

From nubile goddess to venerable crone
She slips in the blinkings of telescopic eyes
Clutching skeleton keys to beauty in hand
Forever plummeting from heavenly skies