Nature against Hippolyta

Distanced from the world rational,  
I once embraced soulful solitude.  
My footsteps broke bonds with my heart;  
The new found mate was the airy night.  
Soon after this unique agreement,  
The monarch of the darkness  
Ordered his attendants to welcome his new mate.  
The distant sea upon his request,  
Along with the chorus of the dead leaves,  
Sang a song beautifully mournful;  
Perhaps the nature perceived my fearful future,  
Perhaps it tried to erase the predestined.  
But Alas! It failed.  
But it failed not alone.  
   
I kept walking against the force of the wind,  
With no probable destination in mind;  
That day, my heart rejoiced in fear,  
My face illuminated in grief,  
Confusion brought clarity to my thoughts,  
My unruly hair gracefully became  
Victual for the hungry wind.  
Suddenly, I found myself in forest thick.  
In the glorious greenery of the place,  
My body received a glow divine.  
The quite world ruled by nature,  
Far from the maddening crowd,  
Soothed my senses and gave me pleasure immense.  
But the pleasure lacked permanence.  
   
When my fatigued legs preferred to sleep,  
My evil sight discovered a human shape.  
The brave heart, anxiously curious,  
Commanded my mind to explore the unknown.  
As I went near, I saw man alive.  
His hunting shoes and guns,  
Were sleeping with the burning fire.  
His shirt was wet and crushed;  
Reciting the story of his labor.  
My sinned senses lost all control.  
The veins of my body    
Wished to mate with his heroic heart.  
My soul wanted to couple with lips.  
I wanted to love him to comfort his fatigue.  
   
But his lustful sight didn’t see a woman.  
His world got reduced to my half visible breasts.  
My senseless heart failed to inform him;  
How much my existence wanted to unite with him.  
He ran towards me to engulf me.  
His ten sharp knives hunted my body.  
His animalistic organ slaughtered my possessions.  
Finally, his languor liberated my body.  
But my loving soul and soulless love parted ways;  
My thoughts have married painful pleasure.  
The lifeless heart is busy searching,  
Internal innocence devoid of wounds.  
A lion and a deer can never love or fight.  
The food chain can never be reversed.