Artemis

Aaaah
My silver moon mistress
How could we have come to be
If not for you
You pull at this world
Shaping it with tremors and eruptions
Defining tide and time
It was you who spread the wealth
Organic material from which we sprang
Yet they ignore you
Ignorant to your slow drift away from us
Will they pay heed when you lose your grip
When the oceans lie still
And this world ceases its spin

Fools

One true "god" indeed

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