Aurora Poem by Ima Ryma

Aurora, goddess of the dawn,
Would spend most nights in beds of men,
Thrusting her wiles and charms upon,
But then each morning once again
Leave Earth and fly across the sky,
Announcing her brother, the sun,
Was also rising to come by.
And when her announcement was done,
She'd seek again the mortal male
In passioned coupling to engage.
Youth was an important detail.
To bugs she'd turn men who did age.

So men, Aurora you may hold,
But know what happens getting old.