I dreamed.

I dreamed of Hunter Goddesses and moon-framed forests,

She strode through the leaves and left no trace and no sound , no presence behind.

I shuddered in awe of her. I cried at her beauty, her grace, her strength.

Her muscles moves like a dance and her hair floated like feathers of black and violet.

She stood atop a rock and brushed her braided locks from her face, and smiled.