The moonlight dances
upon silverly lakes
singing the praises
of its Delosian diety divine.
She blankets herself with the stars,
draping the wilderness on her shoulders
as she plays narrow branches like a lyre.
She tightens her grip on her bow of cyclops bone,
and her arrow whistles through the air like a siren's song,
luring her prey.
The mountains witness her majesty,
and her throne is the forest floor,
where she finds the flora her handmaidens fair.
The golden stag leads
his huntress on her chariot,
as even the mighty bear bows at her passing.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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