The Goddess

Now wanton in her dark infinity,
As a lustrous queen at midnight,
Ivory white, the blushing bride,
Naked now before her subjects,
Ascending as a shining seed,
Into the womb of nights delight,
Dancing now upon the dusk,
As the dying sun on Earths cusp,
In fire and fury, falls and dies,
And from the ashes her king arise,
Where his darkness is drifting in,
Whilst sheathed in silk of clouds,
As in whispers through a veil,
Her sacred beauty is revealed,
A goddess on her starry trails,
Casting streams of moonbeams down,
Hard upon the hoar froze earth,
The arrows from her huntress bow,
As haughty on her high sky throne,
She hunts anew the snow snarled hills.