In-depth of night, at moon zenith 

Once a huntress, chaser of animals 

Who prowled the great wilds now lost

by the greedy hands of man

 

She watched as patron, young maidens her cherished 

Birthing of child and midwifery were guided

with hands of tender care

That with such ease in turn

Struck plague and pain upon her charge

 

Worshiped in temples, worshiped in sacrifice of blood 

Prayers for blessing, begging on broken knees 

 

No longer now, those days long gone 

Immoral still, name spoken in whispers

Scripts written withal

 

Now she plays, human,

Immortal, with human skills in

Art of bow now imitation,

A pallor of what she once was

As she struck, arrows of poison 

Upon boastful Niobe’s daughters 

 

Mortal masqueraded, chasity remains 

Actaeon did earn, the lofty price

His arrogance wrought 

In wrathful rage she struck

Weak human to powerful stag

Hunted then by dogs his own

 

A man found she did, one alone above all

Who sent his arrows through the trees

As she once did

Hunter, huntress together without love

Until seduction set in, offended with hurt

To murder her companion, Orion untouched by love

 

She kills men no more

For a wrongful glance at her ethereal image

Arrows of jealous revenge 

Strike flesh in this time 

She is but a pretty girl, who from time gone

Now walks alone in a new world, a ghost of names

Whispered in winds anew: Artemis