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Sisterhood of the Sacred Hunt
- Sisterhood of the Sacred Hunt -
Let us go forth all in glory for the sacred hunt, my sisters, mine own…
Let us partake all in glory in the hunt, in the green woods of our birth.
When our beautiful goddess, Diana, hath given us her most secret sign,
We shall let fly our holy arrows and show our skill with much joyful mirth.
When the moon is correct in the heavens and the stars at last do align,
Only then we shall go forth for the sacred hunt, my sisters, mine own...
Who can say to where our relentless quarry may lead us as we go nigh?
Mayhap down to those white beaches where, as girls, we once played,
Wielding our tiny sticks as though they were truly such mighty spears...
Playing at our childish bravery to prove to Diana that we were unafraid,
Hunting imaginary beasts and monsters born out of our youthful fears.
Often do I think upon those golden and perfect seeming younger days!
I think thusly when I wander alone in the forests that surround our land.
At times I do return, to our hidden shore, amidst the sun's golden rays,
To meditate and to remember: as I run my fingers through the hot sand.
How soft it feels and warm, so like the softness I feel in my sisters' hair,
When we are quietly inclined to offer one another so welcome a caress...
How wonderful our secretive memories feel, so very radiant, so very fair,
As fair as are the colorful fabrics of our Holy Queen's most prized dress!
I would not trade an hour spent amongst company so perfect and rare,
Not even for an eternity spent in a city’s palace with high marble walls...
For amidst the decadent royalty, one must often watch and oft beware.
Much safer am I in our most favorite tent, than in the finest palace halls!
Far greater than any rulers of Man: whose heavy prices many must pay…
Far greater is our blessed sisterhood, my soul’s mates in our loving way.
Let us go forth soon for the sacred hunt, my sisters in Diana's holy will,
Let us go forth to partake in its’ most noble sport, let us revel in the kill!
I prefer our simple and sincere ways to any wicked civilized way of Man,
We are closer to the Divine, for we hear Diana, and her every command.
Even should the next trail that we follow be the path: upon which we die,
We will follow it to its’ most final end, even if that end yet be in the sky...
There, as spirits of the winds, our dire course shall one hour be so laid.
Immortal we will be at last: in Diana's name, as the final price thus paid!
So raise high thy spears, oh my noblest of sisters of the ancient faith,
And let our fearsome cries be heard unto the heights by one and by all...
For whether the hearer be of mortal flesh or perhaps some cold wraith,
If they are in fact our chosen quarry so let them know that they will fall!
Our silver blades: are blessed pure, by the heat of Vulcan's fiery flame,
And we are as without any shred of mercy, as we are without shame...
Our spears can pierce to the hearts, of both the living and the undead,
Our arrows are dipped in the poisonous blood of gorgons, ritually shed.
We are the righteous slayers, we were chosen by the will of the Divine,
Let us prepare therefore for the sacred hunt, my beloved sisters, mine!
I have not laid my bow aside once, and my arm hath not grown weak,
Since first my warrior mother, gave it into my ever most willing arms...
The hearts of those chosen by Diana's will to fall mine arrows do seek,
That: such souls may find the sweetest rest amidst her eternal charms.
Whatsoever of peace they knew not in all the days of their breathing life,
Let that rest be granted unto them in the most distant realms beyond...
No more shall they suffer, be it by coldest circumstances or cruel strife.
Let whatever heaven exists receive them, for which they were most fond!
As for us, now let our wild and free spirits never grow too tame with time,
I rather like the company of our mad sisterhood, the way it is right now.
We are bound for a glory beyond Olympus, on a fast and steady climb,
I shall care not what fate doth so await: us, nor care I the why or how...
So long as we live our mad lives to the very fullest in zeal that we may,
It matters not what the entire world of mankind may think or even say!
Let us go for the sacred hunt, my sisters, my companions, my friends...
Let us ride forth so fast until the fury of the wind doth make us to sigh,
Let us make ourselves worthy of all the lovely blessings Diana sends...
The hour is growing late, and in the woods, our quarry draws thus nigh,
So let us ride, let us swiftly ride, whatever way the trail shifts or bends!
Let us go forth all in glory for the sacred hunt, my sisters, mine own…
Let us partake all in glory in the hunt, in the green woods of our birth.
When our beautiful goddess, Diana, hath given us her most secret sign,
We shall let fly our holy arrows and show our skill with much joyful mirth.
When the moon is correct in the heavens and the stars at last do align,
Only then we shall go forth for the sacred hunt, my sisters, mine own...
Who can say to where our relentless quarry may lead us as we go nigh?
Mayhap down to those white beaches where, as girls, we once played,
Wielding our tiny sticks as though they were truly such mighty spears...
Playing at our childish bravery to prove to Diana that we were unafraid,
Hunting imaginary beasts and monsters born out of our youthful fears.
Often do I think upon those golden and perfect seeming younger days!
I think thusly when I wander alone in the forests that surround our land.
At times I do return, to our hidden shore, amidst the sun's golden rays,
To meditate and to remember: as I run my fingers through the hot sand.
How soft it feels and warm, so like the softness I feel in my sisters' hair,
When we are quietly inclined to offer one another so welcome a caress...
How wonderful our secretive memories feel, so very radiant, so very fair,
As fair as are the colorful fabrics of our Holy Queen's most prized dress!
I would not trade an hour spent amongst company so perfect and rare,
Not even for an eternity spent in a city’s palace with high marble walls...
For amidst the decadent royalty, one must often watch and oft beware.
Much safer am I in our most favorite tent, than in the finest palace halls!
Far greater than any rulers of Man: whose heavy prices many must pay…
Far greater is our blessed sisterhood, my soul’s mates in our loving way.
Let us go forth soon for the sacred hunt, my sisters in Diana's holy will,
Let us go forth to partake in its’ most noble sport, let us revel in the kill!
I prefer our simple and sincere ways to any wicked civilized way of Man,
We are closer to the Divine, for we hear Diana, and her every command.
Even should the next trail that we follow be the path: upon which we die,
We will follow it to its’ most final end, even if that end yet be in the sky...
There, as spirits of the winds, our dire course shall one hour be so laid.
Immortal we will be at last: in Diana's name, as the final price thus paid!
So raise high thy spears, oh my noblest of sisters of the ancient faith,
And let our fearsome cries be heard unto the heights by one and by all...
For whether the hearer be of mortal flesh or perhaps some cold wraith,
If they are in fact our chosen quarry so let them know that they will fall!
Our silver blades: are blessed pure, by the heat of Vulcan's fiery flame,
And we are as without any shred of mercy, as we are without shame...
Our spears can pierce to the hearts, of both the living and the undead,
Our arrows are dipped in the poisonous blood of gorgons, ritually shed.
We are the righteous slayers, we were chosen by the will of the Divine,
Let us prepare therefore for the sacred hunt, my beloved sisters, mine!
I have not laid my bow aside once, and my arm hath not grown weak,
Since first my warrior mother, gave it into my ever most willing arms...
The hearts of those chosen by Diana's will to fall mine arrows do seek,
That: such souls may find the sweetest rest amidst her eternal charms.
Whatsoever of peace they knew not in all the days of their breathing life,
Let that rest be granted unto them in the most distant realms beyond...
No more shall they suffer, be it by coldest circumstances or cruel strife.
Let whatever heaven exists receive them, for which they were most fond!
As for us, now let our wild and free spirits never grow too tame with time,
I rather like the company of our mad sisterhood, the way it is right now.
We are bound for a glory beyond Olympus, on a fast and steady climb,
I shall care not what fate doth so await: us, nor care I the why or how...
So long as we live our mad lives to the very fullest in zeal that we may,
It matters not what the entire world of mankind may think or even say!
Let us go for the sacred hunt, my sisters, my companions, my friends...
Let us ride forth so fast until the fury of the wind doth make us to sigh,
Let us make ourselves worthy of all the lovely blessings Diana sends...
The hour is growing late, and in the woods, our quarry draws thus nigh,
So let us ride, let us swiftly ride, whatever way the trail shifts or bends!
Published 15th Apr 2013
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16th Apr 2013 2:13am
this is high adventure, bold in its concept & rendering. compelling reading...
16th Apr 2013 10:32pm
I am so glad you liked it, John! I always was a fan of high adventure tales ever since I was a little girl, so I do love to write poems and short stories in that genre very much. :)
Anonymous
16th Apr 2013 8:53am
The glory of Diana, the forest goddess and huntress of the Silver moon, Diana is like your inner twin Id say...I also recognise her in myself! Thanks for the magic little sister!
Oh indeed my dear big sister, I'd certainly say Diana is a kindred spirit to you and I, we have her strength, beauty, and determination to our spirits! It's probably one of the things that sees us through our times of adversity in life. I'm happy you liked this poem, Mourganna, it was a joy to share it with everyone! :D
