Diana- Luis Montoya
The silver moon bathes in the wide, charcoal river
Swimming silently, leaving no ripples only stars
She extends her hand to the lips of the flowers
caressing their soft lips with tender strokes.
The moon then walks out of the river,
She wakes these sleeping flowersÂ
forcing them to bloom into thoughtful creatures.
The sweet fragrance mingles with the wind.
The wolves escape the river to bask in the moon,
They bow their heads and salute with loud howls.
Here, Diana, bent down to kiss their lips.
In the shadows, there was a cut
which fed the wolves with hunger for blood.
Thus flowers fled, wolves hunted
and now Diana, O patron of the Moon
The anger in your blood has come and spelled your doom.
If nothing more, you should heed this:
The blood which courses through our veins
often times destroys our name.
For in a life propelled by hate,
our deeds rarely determine out fate.
(Source: philosophicalpoetry)
