Monday, June 16


She dwells in constant apathy
Lodger of an unmarked grave:
Diana—glimmer of the dawn;
Diana—dimmer of the brave.

She rides her dark horse into dusk;
The owls proclaim upon the hour:
Diana—crier of the names;
Diana—pyre of all power.

The mountaintop so desolate
Her solitude requites the din:
Diana—weeper without friend;
Diana---keeper of what’s been.

The ageless beauty, palest one,
Stone vision fossilized in pain:
Diana—diamond born of fire;
Diana—siren lost in rain.

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