Whiskey Dreams
Click to viewTo say things have changed would be an understatement.
The wave has dumped me upon this new shore and all I can do now is tread upon it lightly to see where ever I may go.
I am the virgin. Artemis, huntress of the Moon, pursuing Actaeon under the protection of Her brother's light. Anointed ownership of Her own soul.
Like Persephone, in the fields, loving Apollo as He shines upon Her everyday, smiling. Exchanging glances. Until He lifts her into His Light and takes her down, down, down, inside the Dark temple in which Her night reigns. In which She is the Queen.
He calls to Her.
She responds.
The birth of their light into the modern world.
Empty of poetry, Gods, and Queens.
No longer does a Virgin stand rule over Life and Death. Once free to hunt, now Her worship is controlled with a chastity belt.
Yet Pandora stills writes about Hope.
Of a time when Venus is no longer fallen.