Diana On the Wind

I feel her, wild and free, through forest glen a whisper that delights in heady chase enchanting kiss of apple wood embrace above defiling hands of earthy men. Through Jasmine dreams of days long past and gone, I wield her bow with light and deft finesse, not heeding mortal time, or shallowness, devoted to the wax and wane of dawn. I am her echo, boldly brave and true away from all the tedious concern- beyond the bounds where jealous eyes can burn where fierce autonomy was sown and grew. An independent Goddess, pure and bright, I freely roam the smokey wood tonight. (for the Glory of a Goddess contest)