You astound dear Artemis as you aim for the heart,

Strength from the Forrest, the hunt, your heart.

So precise, each movement, clean vision eternal,

Steady love and desire, passion, more heart.

Time labours around you, as pierced by an arrow,

Fallow nature lingers from time before heart.

The wood nymphs stand with and on love as they may,

Gods and humans infested, shrivelled, sore heart.

Yet true beauty’s within, all around and without,

Simply ask mother Gaia, you need to shore heart.

Mighty Ares peers at you, gills green as fresh leaves,

Ready to wage war and crack and score heart.