goddess

In sunless glade the goddess stood,

beneath a leafless bower.

She'd wandered from her western wood

at twilight's tranquil hour. 

Her lovely locks , with braids, were bound;

her lips were sultry scarlet.

She trod, without a single sound,

as holy as a harlot. 

Beneath a silver sailing moon

the goddess sought her lovers.

One kiss, one touch, no one's immune,

no mortal man recovers.

Before the dawn, she slips away;

the western winds are calling.

for none, will she be forced to stay;

for none, will she be falling! 

Aurora rose to cast her spell 

on goddess, with no shadow,

as nymphs, who tread the faery dell,

her beauty, beg to borrow.