The night sky is a wolf's mouth today,
and Artemis, bathed in solitude, is on her wild hunt.
I meet her by the silver lake and ask her
about her alone and would she ever give it up for love.
She chuckles as she gestures to the exquisite forest
"What about love? I have enough.
How can any one person compare to such splendor?
I traded my duties for belonging to myself,
for this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender."
- Nikita Gill