Artemis

She walks where moonlight filters through,
In forests wet with silver dew.
A bow in hand, a breath held tight,
The huntress stalks the edge of night.

No man shall claim her untamed will,
Her heart beats soft, yet she can kill.
A virgin goddess, fierce and free,
She answers only to the trees.

With Apollo, twin and flame,
Two echoes born of Leto’s name.
One brings sun and one brings shade,
In mirrored paths their fates are laid.
Together, light and silence run—
The moon beside the golden sun.

But cross her once, and you’ll not stand—
She strikes with more than mortal hand.
Niobe dared to mock her line,
To boast of children, call divine
A womb that bore more than the two
Of Leto’s pain and labour too.

Artemis rose, her eyes like ice,
No mercy paid, no sacrifice.
With arrows swift, she laid them low,
While grief made Niobe turn to stone.

So praise the maid who roams the wild,
Untouched, unbroken, nature’s child.
Yet know, beneath her quiet grace,
The wrath of Artemis knows its place.

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