Prithee me, my divine lady,
In your beauty I wish to be.
Thou art my beloved deity.
Your glowing Light bids me to see.
Our glorious Diana shines,
With the luminous spark of Silver,
But she has not your fairness, nein.
She bows in shame to your river.
You and I walk into the Arcane.
I am ever bound by your sway.
We dance under the falling rain.
With your lead I shant go astray.
Our hearts vex poor Proserpina.
You are my lovely, Athena.
(12/21/2008)
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