THE GHOST OF ARTEMIS

I have seen her ghost,

Gleaming like the moon

Within the morning mist,

Crooning her love song,

A hunting song,

A sad and mournful song,

Sung for her lost love

Orion dead at Gaia's hand,

Or perhaps her own,

For none remembers now,

But the ghost of Artemis

Who but mourns,

And tells no tale.

• Donovan Baldwin