You are the lady of the woods, the mighty Huntress.
With those eyes meant for a bow see me far off.
How long was I watching you?
I am manly and proud and beautiful and terrifying.
You are cold and exacting and distant.
Your eyes, the color of clear summer skies.
My eyes that of the woods: Bark, moss and shadow.
The birds gossip about us.
I see the rain coming in your eyes.
Let the sky fall, come warm yourself by the Inferno
in my chest. I burn for you. The woods welcome you.
Orion was a fool. The jealousy of Apollo was great.
Could a man possess a Goddess? No.
I am NIKOLAOS, you are mine!