Diana, goddess of the moon and forest
Plays soft mystical music on her flute
Unicorns come out prancing in the moonlight
She rides the white one under her spell,
and when he stops she feeds him fruit
Impish she may seem, although very kind
Diana has magical spells, men are mesmerized
Beauty is her grace, flowers in her hair, smiling face
Her persona and stories told are immortalized
She loves the evening air and plays softly on her flute
If you listen ever so closely, you can hear her muse
Sometimes you may see her shadow in the sheer moonlight
Surrounding her are all pretty colors of all different hues
When you see her, you will experience her enchantment
© 2007
Joyce Ann Geyer
poetNMsoul
Poetry by Joyce
Thank you Lord for imagination.
Knowledge is limited, but imagination is endless.
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