Homage to Diana

Huntress, Goddess, maiden fair
Seated in Thy queenly chair
Forest Lady with Your stag
Moon held tight within a bag
Lady with the azure eyes
Flashing as Your quarry flies

 

Take up fast Thy silver bow
To cock the golden arrow
With sharpened tip of black pearl
Tightly grip the moonstone knurl
Let fly Thy shaft through the night
To hit Your target tonight

 

Brightly shines the silver moon
Gently calls the banded loon
Diana walks soft tonight
Sending forth shafts of moonlight
Howling wolves call Her sweet name
And ‘neath Her hand become tame

Blessed Be