i met Diana, the goddess of the hunt, a long time ago, before she was a goddess, when she was just a girl, but even then i knew, like so many others did, that she was the sexiest thing going... this is an ode to Diana
Succulent creature with olive skin
dancing under the moon
you don't even know your own beauty
something you have to grow into
like a second skin
it fits you so well.
Your seductive charms fall so easily
scattering across the lawn
like fireflies dancing in the dark
your brilliance, never once dimming.
You don't belong here
this middle earth place
far too mundane for your ethereal fire
you belong to ancient times
to a majestic past of gods, goddesses
hedonistic orgies
where all were drunk on the divine
just to be in the presence of your glow.