Lovers entered a forbidden forest bower, And as they stalked that range, with eyes glazed, She offered up her hind. Now, with doe eyes, Deep as his, deep in arousal's sleep, heels fell, As he knocked and pulled her dark honey hair And whispered, surrender, into wanting ears, Softly he drove his hunting command, homing To his huntress.
Her body braced, yet bade, with heat and vibrance. Ruthlessly, he thrust his arrow deeper and then Once more and then again. She bucked fiercely And defiant, goading his prodding lance ever more Ever longer, and parting the pink lines of her white Rose, he was, and once again, Prince to the dark Dominion of her quarters.
In the middle of this carnal match they paused. And looking into the forest beyond they saw A yearling fawn, a feral Goddess, grazing still, Bathing in a vale, virginal, wholly unmoved By their act of venery, lustfully playing, in the innocent Leaves. It was as if they were among her kin, a gentle Doe and a noble stag. From that moment on The human hunters did not speak.
Falling, again, rolling eyes were deep in arousal's sleep. Her back was a crescent moon pocked and wet with dew. He could feel her heart beating in time with his piercing Prong, her arching back glistened in the suns spittle As it broke through the dark and vernal ceiling wood.
In the final shot her quivering buck lowered and broke And a sound not heard, made a scene, a sweet murmuring Shuddered and sank onto the floor of the forest leaves With her tale, taken and told, her breathless breath, Her nostrils cold and her heated and lanced openings Dripping, draining; here was a New World's beginning.
Sated, solemn and softly quaking, his woman sweetly laid, And now, doomed with her doe eyes, two lovers, fated, made; She glowed, divine, like the rolling brook that mellowed Slow, in the vine-dark and golden forest stable, In Artemis's wood.
The chaste heart bleeds The blood of the hunt, For a band of doe-eyed girls,
String our bows, Allay our woes, We follow you like spirits.
Who guides the tides? Who saved our lives? Who lights the feral forest?
Our moon goddess, Diaphanous dress, Howls sorrow for the stars.
A golden baby, Sunshine spun, Two archers intertwined,
ВЂњYour artful sister is heaven on earth. ” His arrow punctures breath, She strikes the hart, Pulls love apart And mauls them all to death.
artemis.
Author: Iris Proctor
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Date: 08/03/2020
№ 1153491
Artemis
She wears strength and darkness equally well, Like a sunflower who stands through dust to see the light, Growing up she was always half goddess and half hell, Wrapped around her finger like under they're under a spell, Every man she's encountered truly smitten by her sight, She wears strength and darkness equally well, Foreign and intricate, “Bonjour mademoiselle” Men; tons of them but none, fit her quite right, Growing up she was always half goddess and half hell, Unique and earthy like an iridescent seashell But also prudent with a deadly snakebite, She wears strength and darkness equally well, With a blazing fire in her soul as pure Noël, That will keep you warm through the night, She wears strength and darkness equally well, Growing up she was always half goddess and half hell. ~d. v
artemis.
Author: dina vela
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Date: 15/02/2020
№ 1081151
A Prayer For Artemis
STROPHE IV
Though Zeus plan all things right, Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace; Nathless in every place Brightly it gleameth, e'en in darkest night, Fraught with black fate to man's speech-gifted race.
ANTISTROPHE IV
Steadfast, ne'er thrown in fight, The deed in brow of Zeus to ripeness brought; For wrapt in shadowy night, Tangled, unscanned by mortal sight, Extend the pathways of his secret thought.
STROPHE V
From towering hopes mortals he hurleth prone To utter doom; but for their fall No force arrayeth he; for all That gods devise is without effort wrought. A mindful Spirit aloft on holy throne By inborn energy achieves his thought.
ANTISTROPHE V
But let him mortal insolence behold: -- How with proud contumacy rife, Wantons the stem in lusty life My marriage craving; --frenzy over-bold, Spur ever-pricking, goads them on to fate, By ruin taught their folly all too late.
STROPHE VI
Thus I complain, in piteous strain, Grief-laden, tear-evoking, shrill; Ah woe is me! woe! woe! Dirge-like it sounds; mine own death-trill I pour, yet breathing vital air. Hear, hill-crowned Apia, hear my prayer! Full well, O land, My voice barbaric thou canst understand; While oft with rendings I assail My byssine vesture and Sidonian veil.
ANTISTROPHE VI
My nuptial right in Heaven's pure sight Pollution were, death-laden, rude; Ah woe is me! woe! woe! Alas for sorrow's murky brood! Where will this billow hurl me? Where? Hear, hill-crowned Apia, hear my prayer; Full well, O land, My voice barbaric thou canst understand, While oft with rendings I assail My byssine vesture and Sidonian veil.
STROPHE VII
The oar indeed and home with sails Flax-tissued, swelled with favoring gales, Staunch to the wave, from spear-storm free, Have to this shore escorted me, Nor so far blame I destiny. But may the all-seeing Father send In fitting time propitious end; So our dread Mother's mighty brood, The lordly couch may 'scape, ah me, Unwedded, unsubdued!
ANTISTROPHE VII
Meeting my will with will divine, Daughter of Zeus, who here dost hold Steadfast thy sacred shrine, -- Me, Artemis unstained, behold, Do thou, who sovereign might dost wield, Virgin thyself, a virgin shield;
So our dread Mother's mighty brood The lordly couch may 'scape, ah me, Unwedded, unsubdued!
He was my backbone I was his rock We needed each other Like the sun needs the moon We were Apollo and Artemis Absolute opposites but that's what made us so great
He was tall Blonde haired Blue eyed And fair skinned I was short Brown haired Brown eyed And tan
He was happy and open While I kept to myself He was strong and bold While I was shy and conservative
He saw that I was fragile And I saw that he needed tenderness He taught me to be strong And I taught him to be kind
I tamed him While he made me wild I managed to cage the beast As he opened the door to a world I didn't know about
The longer we were together the crazier things got Soon there was no holding us back We fed off each other We were fire and gasoline
Lovers entered a forbidden forest bower, And as they stalked that range, with eyes glazed, She offered up her hind. Now, with doe eyes, Deep as his, deep in arousal's sleep, heels fell, As he knocked and pulled her dark honey hair And whispered, surrender, into wanting ears, Softly he drove his hunting command, homing To his huntress.
Her body braced, yet bade, with heat and vibrance. Ruthlessly, he thrust his arrow deeper and then Once more and then again. She bucked fiercely And defiant, goading his prodding lance ever more Ever longer, and parting the pink lines of her white Rose, he was, and once again, Prince to the dark Dominion of her quarters.
In the middle of this carnal match they paused. And looking into the forest beyond they saw A yearling fawn, a feral Goddess, grazing still, Bathing in a vale, virginal, wholly unmoved By their act of venery, lustfully playing, in the innocent Leaves. It was as if they were among her kin, a gentle Doe and a noble stag. From that moment on The human hunters did not speak.
Falling, again, rolling eyes were deep in arousal's sleep. Her back was a crescent moon pocked and wet with dew. He could feel her heart beating in time with his piercing Prong, her arching back glistened in the suns spittle As it broke through the dark and vernal ceiling wood.
In the final shot her quivering buck lowered and broke And a sound not heard, made a scene, a sweet murmuring Shuddered and sank onto the floor of the forest leaves With her tale, taken and told, her breathless breath, Her nostrils cold and her heated and lanced openings Dripping, draining; here was a New World's beginning.
Sated, solemn and softly quaking, his woman sweetly laid, And now, doomed with her doe eyes, two lovers, fated, made; She glowed, divine, like the rolling brook that mellowed Slow, in the vine-dark and golden forest stable, In Artemis's wood.
Intimate game, aiming of the heart The target thrumming thirst then a terminating surge A snare that smites, ignites the muse Nature nursing rage, raising remains A fine art form earning guts, hanging hares Remnants raining sanguine sienna
Fanfare of horrors offsetting reform Moonrise mourning, murmurings of nature
Unhinge the earth, anointed assassin Ushering the inhumane, staining the air A heist that haunts She, an intent instrument of the forest Heir of grim harmonies, rot is her ornate signature A tormenting mirage, her transient reign of ruin
