Exploring in the woods unknown
Was a hunter by the name of Actaeon
Trained by the centaur Chiron to become a hunter
He found a cave, as his first blunder

Traveling through without a thought
Actaeon simply looking for naught
Without his band of hinters beside
He walked through the clearing wide

There to his surprise he found
As he crept through without a sound
Goddess of the hunt, Artemis bathing there
Seeing him standing filled her with great despair

Nymphs covering to no success
He had already seen her nakedness
Anger of Artemis filled to a boil
She granted Actaeon his final toil

Turned into an inhuman form
The shape of a stag he now adorned
Found by his dogs shortly then
His ultimate demise made by his companions