Flaming tresses tossed in a golden celestialShroud of shimmering topaz dust,Back taut, glowing grass-greenSoul windows twinkle withJeweled shine, sparkling;Limbs aligned, taut,Birchwood bent—
Past Heaven, Past Hades— Strings Stretched, Silently Singing.
Release!Wooded assailent stabs through clouded archways,Darkened skies, relentlessly, attacking the wind and theSteamed mists, toward its swift panting aim-source—Contact!
Scuffed Boots Echoing Off the cool Dirt; Short breaths Escaping into the night, In wisps; clenched fists swinging, Tresses flying behind; Quickly—Competition With stars shot and orange meteors! Tameless! She triumphs! Prey bagged, hounds at heels, She steals toward her moon, Fierce spirit, and swirls. The sky Watches, in awe, as the moon glows and Winks at the stars.