Modern Myths

Her hair was dark as night 

Eyes shine like silver 

A youthful glow surrounds her 

A group of girls surrounds her

A group of girls she collected

Follows her every command 

The Archery Club they call themselves

Cult, others respond with

The school is all girls 

For why would she waist her time 

With smelly and hormonal boys 

When she could have these girls by her side

Her "lutendent" calls her name 

"Artemis, what should we do next?" 

Becuase you see they never sleep

Or stop the hunt

To be better than the rest