ARTEMIS

Young princess
Child now grown up
You play being a wife
satisfied lady.

The rooms of your home
Polished dwelling-
They might satisfy
Your thirst for tea
friends accommodated
For years to come,
For years.

Your wise husband
accomplished master
He does not feel the pains
Ignore the paleness.

Behind a door
Your pain is hidden
Locked in
Golden lock.

You were free in the woods, 
with your bow and your knife, 
true warrior, 
and now only daughter-in-law.

In twelve months you look at the moon, 
dreaming of that life in a sylvan abode, 
you wait to be sure that the wind will come back 
and take away your days.

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