Sacred Grove

Set off from the constraints of this cursed alcove
With haste, I journey to Artemis’s Grove
Knowing full and well what I’ll find
A sojourn not meant for my kind
Syrinx plays a melody of scorn
Hapless I find the grove forlorn
Why I’m here is a curious thing
Hesitant humming “The Rite of Spring”
I venture forth in the still of night
Bathed by the lunar light
I happen upon a doe and with a shiver
draw a single arrow from my quiver
heavy hearted, the spear I relinquish
And hear the final call of the innocents anguish
Dissident I hunt in this sacred place
For a brief view of the huntress’s face
A true hunter was meant to have her heart
My trek was doomed from the start
In my thoughts, a figure slips past
A glimpse at last
Arrow tears through my flesh and blood
Collapse in the crimson mud
Found what hearts doth long
This was my Swan Song
Hoping to find Elysian Fields past twilight's horizon
When I get there, many questions, for Orion