The Great Goddess Diana 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Dressed in velvet green
Porcelain skin  with  glowing sheen
She wears her sleeves rolled up high
To bring attention to her beautiful eyes
She's a triple goddess of celtic pride
Never been tied down as an asshole's bride
She's a free spirited woman who assists those in need
By making the demons and bad people bleed
She weaves her spells with candles bright
A forge in the forest in the darkened night
She stands between the dancing flames
Reading rights and calling names
The forest  brightens by the  fire
The green in  Diana's eyes reflect the shire
She tells you to sit back and enjoy the show
As she weaves her spells and starts to glow
She drops an amulate into the heat
A wind starts to blow bending over the wheat
She hammers on metal forged by the fire
Shaping your dreams and your fondest desires
What would you have the goddess Diana create for you
A beautiful woman and a million or two
Me I just want to run along the plains
With a blue eyed girl and golden mane
A woman who delights my fancy for me
She'll fill me up and be my fantasy
Pretty baby will walk along with me
Travel the world and cross the sea
My fantasy girl
Just her and me