Artemis
Silver light and
purple shadows,
Artemis is hunting,
hunting;
Faintly I hear her
bowstring singing,
The echo of fleet
footfalls in my heart.
I gaze across where
leaves
Move silver shadows
upon silver columns;
I listen and hear
nothing,
For high above, the
moon
Hunts silent in the
silent night,
And leaves no
footfall.
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