By MA Fox
Hail to thee, Diana,
Goddess over all that is steeped in darkness,
Sacred keeper of the moon.
By the silver light of the triple moon,
We pray to thee, Diana,
As hounds prowl in the grove’s darkness.
Your divine radiance cleaves the darkness,
So bare breasts bask beneath the ardent moon,
Praise be to thee, Diana.
Notch your arrow in the darkness, Diana, under the gaze of the crescent moon.
Image by Melanie van Leeuwen