ArtemisA Poem by ElinaAn older poem of mine. It isn't marvelous, but I'm still fond of it. (The image is actually of Arianrhod, the Celtic goddess of the moon and stars, and was painted by Selina Fenech)My Lady of the moon's pale gleam; O! Bow-woman, Huntress of the glade, Goddess of purity, let me glean From you the innocence of the Maid. Your still presence, calm and sweet, Does upon mine tattered soul whisper Words of solace. Come upon me, lest I weep! Yae, e'en in bitterness do I heare thy soft purr. Artemis, ah my queen, save me from my doom. Curse the haughty wretch, but, prithee, bless the meek. I see you crowned in silver, my blessed spirit moon. I see your wond'rous splendor, whilst with grace you speak. © 2013 ElinaReviews
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