ArtemisA Poem by The White RavenFreedom incarnate.
The grass was cool beneath your feet,
night had drawn, the moon to greet. Hail Huntress, Keeper of the Silver Dawn! Your name echoes, through ages, come and gone. In the woods, your sacred grove, quiet, and free, as an open road. You held your bow, pulled the string; across time, the arrows sing. © 2020 The White Raven |
StatsAuthorThe White RavenAboutOther aliases: Writers Cafe: TheRaven - probably won't add any more poetry on this one. who knows? Rap Battles Forum: TheIllyricist - don't really use this one at all anymore. Poetry Circle: .. more..Writing
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