A silver diadem
Irradiating moonlight
Resting atop pale curls
A white shift robe
Swishing around fast-moving legs
A taut bow
Its arrow nicked into place
Ready to fly.
The huntress is stealthy
Stalking her prey
In the deep of the night.
Suddenly, among the silence
A noise.
The huntress, ever cautious
Turns to find
A human
Wandering about her lands.
He is handsome
In the gleam of moonlight
He stops moving, sensing danger
and looks upon the goddess
just as the arrows flies.
His blood
Runs into the earth.
Artemis stands over him.
And as his life
Flows out of him
The last words he hears
You must regret
Human
To have glanced upon the face of the goddess
For in return
Your life was claimed.
