Diana

It's a little strange

To see you so upset

Over so minor a detail

That would hardly keep me up at night.

It's been months 

Or, at least so it seems

Since you've last spoken with her.

Did she break the pact?

I don't really understand

What's going on

Between the two of you.

That was the old Diana,

But she's since been replaced.

Not by me, of course

But I really don't mind.

I'm not really suited for that role anyway.

I am not your twin,

The moon to your sun.

The hunt that juxtaposes your music.

Though to me you are Apollo,

not that you'll ever know.

I am not your Diana,

Your twin, so to speak.

But I do wonder,

what your new Diana will do,

So fragile and pure,

When she finds her Orion

What she will do to you.

I am no Diana,

Well not to you,

When she finds her Orion

What, oh What shall you do?

Would you goad her into killing him,

As the original myth had gone-

Or will you abandon her,

This young and fragile girl.

As you had with your last Diana,

When she chose her Orion,

But not necessarily over you.

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