The Arrow On A Loose Bow

Have you seen Artemis striking a lunar pose

In the dampened lightless sky?

I saw her shifting beneath tonnes of darkness,

And a damsel in her wake.

Venus was just orbiting,

A heavenly body tied to a ring,

But did you notice the goddess,

Born and borne of foam and sea?

I think Aphrodite heard my eyelids

When they closed and then opened wide.

I made sure my gaze was her mirror,

And she looked down once, and then once again.

I did ask the Huntress,

How her arrows were not dulled

By the light shown from her face,

And her bow not bent, but taut.

I heard her silvery mane slide sideways,

One little splash in the moonlight,

And the bow would let loose -

One moonlit arrow that'd not miss.