Untitled by Henry Walters

Artemis would you care for us tonight? Let tides wash away our sinful doings Sins thrust upon us from the day we’re born For we did not choose our lives nor our loves Two heretics in this moonlit temple Two priestesses lost here without a home Eternal worship, our bodies our shrines To stay with her until the end of all Sweet Persephone, allow us time here For I know not how I would fare alone She is my rock, grounding when I fear death Safe in the covers, resting on her chest Sheltered in her arms, wind carries her breath “Someone I tell you will remember us”.