Diana

Huntress, Lady of the Moon far away thought
of warmth and light a sweet lady to
cheer a chilly night

Goddess, Maiden of the Moon, virgin stalker
of the stag hunt me if you like though
I might give up the chase too soon for
a chance at an offered boon a kiss to start
a fire in me

Lady of the night fly to me. In our dreams
we'll dance and play and love under
the warm sun on a summer day. Out of the
mist you appear a dream to fear only
when you I do not see with you it is my
desire to be.

- Poet Silver Raven

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