Looking back I realize you were Artemis
Obsessed with wild animals, the hunt and moon.
A lonely river god could never tame
Or see past your disguise.
Actaeon had suffered for a glance as I,
Orion and the rest would fall,
Seeking to undo a fabled chastity
Beyond the limits of your love.
Your jealous wrath had struck me dumb
Cut out my tongue, reduced a
Once proud stream to tears
And dammed the flow.