Diana

DIANA

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.