A great deity she was,

born to be a goddess,

of hunt, wild animal, wilderness, childbirth, virginity

and protector of young girls.

With a brother as great as Apollo,

she would watch the sun go up,

hand in hand with him.

How I loath to be like her,

with a silver bow and arrow

ready to leave my hand. 


By Vanessa

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