The goddess of the hunt
in the white shadow of the moon
speared her prey with silver arrows.
The virgin stood beneath the cypress
watching the deer with warm deep eyes
basking in the moon before
her twin would rise to dawn.
Daily, she hunted
though she was the protector of animals
easing pains of women.
Strong and silent
the huntress of the moon stands
watching in the dark, watching
the animals, women and wilderness
watching the moon go down as Apollo rose.
I breathe in the heady scent of the hunt
a goddess with a mission.
One second shooting down with silver arrows,
next second protecting all the wild.
The wild daughter of Zeus and Leo
Opposite of my twin
the sun Apollo.
I protect the women, wild
I will stay virgin -
have through millennia.
I sit below the cypress
cast in the white shadow of the moon.
The deer walks up and sits
beside my silver arrows.