Acteon and I

Acteon and me

the moon has risen above our pain and in cold space
its beauty gives us grace but on her dark side we
will never know if she is friend or foe, I wanted
Artemis but she turned me into a stag ripped
apart by my own dogs I wonder what
was my crime, her nakedness
was no cause for shame
she could have at least
put out my eyes so
that her beauty
would have
been
the last
thing that I had seen
had I been a river god
or sprite that night
into her arms
I would bed
but it’s
tragedy
and my spilt blood
which has given me
immortality like so many others

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