Of a woman named Selene

With her spirit died in Paris

His man looked for him

On the vast skies he searched

Of a woman named Selene

Selene was an opium

And a charlatan of sanity

Had she gone with Antares and Capella?

Or swam with Saturn in the east?

She's a whore, a lowly whore

But her red locks danced in the night breeze

Haven't I told her? He was looking, come home

Only to find she was nothing to believe in

And she was of seventh magnitude

Yet he loved him, until he lost everything

No, it wasn't Auriga's fault

It was her beauty who killed him

A/N: I dedicate this to Selene, to Madame Auguste de Montpellier of Elizabeth Redfern's The Music of the Spheres. The book had a great ending. Thanks for sharing the story with me, noble lady Elizabeth.

*Antares and Capella is a star, Auriga is a constellation where Capella can be seen.