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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:48 pm
THE HUNTER
Her hair is near as black as soot
Or ebony, or night;
The grass bends not beneath her foot
As her steps are so light.
Those eyes are brighter than the stars
Are grayer than the dusk;
She hears spider song from afar,
And the soft fall of husks.
Her bow is lovely as a dream,
A slim and curved crescent;
Like moonshine her thin shafts do seem
Gentler than the hand lent.
The mantle on her shoulders is
A pelt of golden fur
And she is oft called Artemis
The virgin, the hunter.
A/N: I was amused by the fact that the last poem posted before this was "Wolf". However, I doubt anyone else will be. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:34 pm
I really like the powerful imagery in this piece. It is well-written. =)
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 6:46 pm
You have pleased the gods with your awesome poetry.
Artemis is my FAVORITE.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:21 pm
Greek mythology poetry makes me happy inside. More so when it's well-written.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:07 pm
Dude. When did people start commenting on this?
...ah, two months after it was posted, that's why I don't remember you lot. xd Anyways, thankee.
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