Apollo's just confessed,
he's in love with a mortal
whose heart beats too quickly to steal.

Artemis sheds her furs and proclaims to the wolves,
"I am not a goddess,"
for she feels the gossamer of affection weighing down on her throat.

A mortal crawls on split hands and knees,
torn between the sun and the moon.
She is plucked from the ruins to be spread across the sky.

At last, she rests between them, not in love, but afraid.
The only untouchable presence, a mortal,
can neither feast upon the epic beasts, nor hear the music play.

Though the sunlight brings new beginnings,
their flickering fingers cannot reach.
As long as it's a competition, their love for her will never wane.