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Mistress of the Hunt (Pint-Sized Poem #35)
I am Artemis.
Mistress of the hunt.
Goddess of the moon.
Silver hair that cascades down my shoulders and neck.
Eyes as blue as a pure gas flame.
Skin as pale, as the Harvest moon that I allow to shine.
I am the virgin Goddess.
And I am to stay so.
Men want me.
But foolish mortals or immortals, what ever they be.
They will be hunted like the dogs they are.
And killed by my bow, an arrow through the heart.
Or a quick slash of my spear.
Death be unto those who stare at my naked body.
And my untamed silver hair.
Death be unto those who watch me in the light of my moon.
I will use my powers turn them into a wild boar.
And gear up for the hunt.
Chasing through lands and forest, trees, and fields.
I will find them and make them pay for what they have done.
I am the virgin Goddess and so I choose to stay.
No one shall ever have me.
And their blood I will spill on the forest floor.
And in their cries the rest shall fear.
For I do no mess around.
And play games.
Come near and you shall see.
I am the goddess of the moon.
I am the virgin goddess.
I am Artemis.
I am the mistress of the hunt.
Mistress of the hunt.
Goddess of the moon.
Silver hair that cascades down my shoulders and neck.
Eyes as blue as a pure gas flame.
Skin as pale, as the Harvest moon that I allow to shine.
I am the virgin Goddess.
And I am to stay so.
Men want me.
But foolish mortals or immortals, what ever they be.
They will be hunted like the dogs they are.
And killed by my bow, an arrow through the heart.
Or a quick slash of my spear.
Death be unto those who stare at my naked body.
And my untamed silver hair.
Death be unto those who watch me in the light of my moon.
I will use my powers turn them into a wild boar.
And gear up for the hunt.
Chasing through lands and forest, trees, and fields.
I will find them and make them pay for what they have done.
I am the virgin Goddess and so I choose to stay.
No one shall ever have me.
And their blood I will spill on the forest floor.
And in their cries the rest shall fear.
For I do no mess around.
And play games.
Come near and you shall see.
I am the goddess of the moon.
I am the virgin goddess.
I am Artemis.
I am the mistress of the hunt.
Published 28th Jun 2013
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