The Moon

Imagine us

Under the moon

We ignore its beauty

Artemis gives light

 

In our days of old

Respect was common

The moon is our companion

Not just a figure, but a friend

 

Artemis grows solemn

Her light shines dimmer

Cloudy nights hide her blurry eyes

And she longs for our love

 

We gave it freely, long ago

Built temples, statues, altars

The moon, connected to our souls

We cut the bond, we broke the band

 

She holds back the light

She laments with each stargaze

They care not for the goddess

But for her gifts

 

The moon has lost its shimmer

Her face is only craters now

Still she holds hope in her heart

We will relish Artemis' love once more

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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