Beneath the Hunters Moon
My feet drum the earth
As I dance to the beat of my Love's heart
I am drunk from the wine of his soul
He is the moon, the grass, the stars
I am Artemis; he is Orion
The huntress has become the hunted
I embrace this insanity
Such fervent ecstasy
Beneath the Hunters Moon
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Beneath the Hunters Moon
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 11/11/2009 02:04:00 PM 0 comments
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