04-06-2018, 04:09 AM
Actaeon Guild
When cast beneath the eyes of a man,
a woman's virtue falls from her. The greater the man,
the harder her fall; waist high is the new sky.
Every nymph is naked in his regard.
They frolic and laugh before the gaze
of the adoring skies, yet one day his eyes
turn upon the goddess.
Flesh we are, and flesh you shall be.
She calls on powers long dormant, near
forgotten, and he is transformed into
prey. Then come his own hounds,
hungry. His protests are heard,
but only by those who shrink inside
their own skins, desperate to avoid
being torn in turn.
Lest another goddess recall her power,
and announce: me too.
When cast beneath the eyes of a man,
a woman's virtue falls from her. The greater the man,
the harder her fall; waist high is the new sky.
Every nymph is naked in his regard.
They frolic and laugh before the gaze
of the adoring skies, yet one day his eyes
turn upon the goddess.
Flesh we are, and flesh you shall be.
She calls on powers long dormant, near
forgotten, and he is transformed into
prey. Then come his own hounds,
hungry. His protests are heard,
but only by those who shrink inside
their own skins, desperate to avoid
being torn in turn.
Lest another goddess recall her power,
and announce: me too.
It could be worse