Her Woeful Instrument

Thu, 06/12/2014 - 11:56 -- ryannk

Artemis unslings her bow,

The huntress selecting an arrow

From her finely wrought quiver

As an artist would select a brush

For his next masterpiece.

Filled with the power of the divine

She dips the tip in poison

With the same care Prometheus

Carried the fire of the gods

To the children of the Earth.

The arrowhead is stained red,

Red with the poison

Red with what is yet to come.

And done with her craft,

The goddess tenderly gathers up

Her woeful instrument.


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