Hunters Of Artemis

Hunters of Artemis

Artemis,

Goddess of the Moon,

Cast your arrow,

Guide me with it’s brilliant light.

Show me the pathway,

To become stronger.

To become one of your apex hunters,

And not the prey in this game we call life.

Teach me the way of the wild,

Tell me how to use flint and steel to spark fire.

Point out the berries,

Those ones with the kiss of death,

And point out the ones that will return the steadiness of my breath.

Open my eyes,

Let me see how I can be truly self-sufficient,

How I can rely on nobody but myself and my surrounding environment.

Please,

Goddess,

Allow me to pledge my loyalty to you,

As a woman casted into exile,

I didn't have anybody's help.

So allow me the chance to prove myself,

And join the Hunters of Artemis.

Man’s Greatest Fear

The God of the Sea,

Attracted to beauty is he.

His trident,

Encrusted with shimmering pearls.

The locks of his hair,

Braided with the finest of jewels.

The kingdom he built,

Is a radiant sight to see.

The deceptiveness of colorful anemones.

Schools of fish who dance and part with fluid ease.

The temples carved of gold and marble,

Are strong and study against the water’s breeze.

Hidden inside,

Who knows what could possibly be?

Poseidon grows bored of the picturesque scenery before him,

After all,

He’s known it for all of eternity.

Perhaps on land,

Someplace can be found more captivating.

So onto land Poseidon strolls,

Through mountain ridges,

Deserts,

Lake sides,

And past hills that roll.

The God the Sea has yet to find,

A place more beautiful than his home.

He finds himself within a forest,

With trees whose trunks stretch taller than the Titans.

Perhaps all the way to Olympus.

Poseidon was to be on his way,

Defeated from these last few disappointing days.

Until he heard a song,

A melody sung oh so sweet,

That he began to creep.

Along the vines,

His heart began to beat.

Pass the thorns,

That nipped warningly at his feet.

Over a thrashing river,

That calmed with a wave of his hand.

Before Poseidon,

Was a clearing,

With grass greener than green.

In its center was a temple, solid, stone gray.

The color of Athena.

From within it,

Came the voice,

So enchanting was it,

That he had little choice,

Poseidon soon had concealed himself,

Within the trees.

From the temple,

Emerged a maiden.

Whose beauty put Aphrodite’s to shame,

Whose beauty and song lit Poseidon’s heart aflame!

Her marvelous song ceased,

When her inquisitive eyes laid upon the spot where the man remained unseen.

Hesitantly,

The maiden stepped forward.

Poseidon simply couldn’t believe,

How the curls that cascaded down her back,

Framed her porcelain face perfectly.

How her eyes, a startling blue,

Contrasted with the rose petal hue,

Of her lips.

In was in that moment,

That moment,

Poseidon knew that this,

This maiden was made to be his.

And so that night,

He slithered into the temple.

Whilst the maiden was asleep,

Poseidon couldn’t keep,

His eyes nor hands from roaming,

From curve of her hips,

To those rose petal lips,

Which didn’t willingly grace his own.

Poseidon was not only a king,

But a God!

How dare this maiden tell him no?

Her pleas,

Her screams,

To the gods went unheard,

The man had done the unforgivable.

As a priestess of Athena,

The maiden’s chastity was integral.

Her life and soul had been torn apart,

By the man,

Who now went to Zeus,

The man sought to make her his by marriage.

Athena had arrived,

To her temple,

Defiled by Posideon.

The poor maiden trembled before her goddess.

“I cannot undo the horrible crimes,

Committed by he who wields the triton,

But I can prevent you from forcefully having to rule along beside him.

With snakes for hair,

And eye contact,

Every man who sees you will turn to stone.

This includes the one who wouldn’t accept,

That your answer was no.

With your very touch,

The weapons of man,

Will wither to the floor.

Dear Medusa,

You’ll strike more fear in man’s heart, than any man has ever known.”

Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without their creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.

- Fredrik Backman, “A Man Called Ove”

BOY IN LUV

CHAPTER 6

PAIRING : Yan! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, yandere behavior, A LOT OF STARING.

Not edited.

I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

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The line behind him keeps getting longer as he stares at your face, an eager expression on his face. His hands are gripping the counter, long fingers clenched on the ceramic.

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