Actias Luna (A Priestess)

She dances through the midnight moon;

She scourers through fertile fig trees;

She floats, flutters, from her cocoon.

Does she recognize she knows it all?

Her life has reached the ease,

Now with nothing to do but fall.

Such brevity between her wings,

A mind so small, yet so free,

Power radiating stronger than kings.

Artemis will hear her song,

Aphrodite listens to her pleas,

Yearning for a lover, lifelong.

Actias Luna, you burn so bright,

Gracing through late summer breeze,

But so, your life remains slight.