Artemis

Falling to the land
Crashing to ice capped peaks

Seen through green mists
Under closed doors grasping at corners
Never failing to crush sharp peaks and plains
Lifting dew as black grows amber
In a land of darkness black fangs drip blood
Grieving Apollo striving daily against Artemis
Haunted to the core boiling and burnt

Through time fangs reach to the innocent
Entering gears grinding down sharpened claws
Equals across the circles of the land

Master of its domain
Claiming the doors of caves giving in for hours of rest
Two lands with a reflection
The other spins its wheel