Her form bathed in luminous light
She is the Goddess of the night
Hair bedecked with crescent moon
The wood's silence is her tune
The silver twin to the golden Sun
'Tis her that no prey could outrun
To none, there was no escape
As her arrows take their shape
Ichor burns within, fierce and bold
A free spirit that none could hold
Steading the bow, keen to aim
Firing to kill, never to maim
Not Nyx nor predecessor Selene
The Huntress, the nightly Queen
Never to be touched by Man
Nor by their lustful hand
A Woman, Maiden, Goddess
Warrior's heart within the bodice
Bright as the Moon shone
The lurking forest, her throne
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Poetry Drabble
PoetryJust random poetry I write if inspired or felt like it. Challenge myself to write once a month at least.
