Moon-glow drenched goddess, running wild through her forest.

Never fearing man nor beast, bow bent with deadly acuracy-

The silver arrow flies through the silver forest.

Foolish man, with foolish dreams; trying in vain to catch

a glimpse of pale flesh between the leaves.

A single gasp-he is no more.

Head bowed, she is condemned.

Proud still in her Kingdom of Night: an eternal, unspoiled Queen.