A girl runs in the woods
Deep and dark and daring,
Black is the velvet night
Bleeding are her bare feet
Pounding is her heart;
A girl runs under the sickle moon
Both are pure and white and chaste
Glowing with innate pride,
One bearing down on prey
The other bearing in the tide;
A girl is ancient goddess
Her silver arrows sure of aim
Utterly self-contained,
At the pink dawn of the day
She sighs and fades away.