I stand in the moonlight,

Astride my young deer.

My bow ready, the arrow strong,

I would never like a fight.

My eyes sweep the land,

for any sign of danger.

My girls come closer,

along with the animals.

Apollo comes out,

ready to raise the sun.

Nothing has changed

in our ways.

The sun, the moon,

united in two gods.

I look on

as my brother

raises the sun. 


By Jade

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