Winter night moonrise

Awaiting your silver beauty to pass my warrior stance
Bellatrix pulsates for you, dearest Artemis,
where Apollo’s rays cannot hinder
fading in the same horizon you squinted.
No vengeance festers, my virgin doe,
my adoration holds steady as your bow
my body pulses from your prior pierce
even over this myriad of years.
Side, Merope, Eos, none measure,
for you snared my untamed anger
in the moonless Cretan night
away from Oenopion’s plight,
hunting stag, foraging affection
between you and this lone constellation.