Moonrise
Artemis is not gloriously radiant as her brother.
She shimmers in dark behind the clouds.
The light of Apollo makes the world smothered,
Whereas peace is what his sister endows.
As the moon rises, this goddess is shy,
Hiding in the fog and watching the world she treasures.
Artemis croons a lullaby gently in the sky,
And mankind sleep with peaceful pleasure.
The luminous moon as an ethereal apparition,
Flowing in the dim light of night with pale smily face.
Her true face to mankind is an occult attraction,
Yet her silhouette is beautiful enough for them to chase.
The ubiquitous moonlight swiftly flows in the river,
And dyes the running water with silver.
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