Oh praise to you, Oh mighty Artemis
They whisper as they are aided on their quest,
as they are aided in life.
  You smile.
Gliding across the flourishing fields of fauna
Racing with your arrows into the shining night sky, aiming at the offenders of the dying earth.
Yet you gave pity to the wrong persons.
You who are named warrior of the hearth.
Who is feared for the rash courage and scourge you let out on the battlefield.
  You step forward,
  You lead.
With your furious hunters, You avenge those who cannot be protected.
All the same, You crumble in my darkness
In the fields of the forgotten, under the tinkling, crying, shining stars
You grieve for the gullible souls.
The ones who trusted You and gave their life for You
  like your arrows, dwindling until all is destroyed.
But they have forgotten you, the ones who lived.
You know this
I see you choked under the poison that grasps your bow and arrow from your hands.
I see you dying from the hate that has become a ruler over the most innocent.
  Do not lie to me.
I am not your armour that lies broken beneath your feet.
I am no longer the guardian angel who gives you light.
  Do not lie to me.
For I see you in pain.
I know the passage of time,
Like the slow tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock the world you know will continue
  Without You.
Perhaps You are powerless now-
Sitting in my light, but I feel your strength Oh great goddess.
Your time is over now, return to the stars of the forgotten.
Perhaps the only truth is the lies you tell yourself