To sit upon his solitary knee,
And gaze into his sad and soulful eyes,
With a name of Artemis restless tearfulness,
Looming in the mist and between the soft moist clouds.
Watching that youthful young fairy, Luna staring,
As if she's looking for something she has lost,
Her wings so delicate as thin layers of ice,
With dainty little patterns embedded like lace.
The ever-knew stars that seem so disrespectful,
And with little knowledge of his experiences or age,
Artemis, who has lived for forever had won his battle,
Of eternity and his right to watch over his Earth.
Such a saddened face with crystal craters and pits,
So much pain and suffering he has witnessed below,
Little Luna fascinated by his telepathy,
Despite his dusty lips that do not utter a word.
Sat in his cresent enjoying the saunter between the clouds,
The wandering moon that crawls along,
As dawn approaches he lets out a tired sigh,
As the time arrives to watch the other side of the world.
Honorable mention
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