Matriarch of the Moon

Matriarch of the Moon Her mighty bow never misses its mark, I passed her one night on a hunt in the dark. I averted my eyes for a beauty unseen, Under moonlight, entwined with natures queen. We remained together though the cover of dark. Before the break of dawn we embarked. Her eyes flashed with loving spark. Enchanting, though I wish I had foreseen, Her mighty bow. Apollo, angered by waking sparks, Lured the friend of moon's matriarch. In final moments, before cruel scene, I thought only of natures graceful queen. Her mighty bow.