She tore through dawn where shadows wake,Leapt through mist where rivers shake.Mountains shivered at her stride,Forests gasped, valleys sighed.None could match her feet of flame,No boast or bribe could stake a claim.The boar of Calydon, tusks like spears,Felt her...

There is a shadowthat walks without footsteps,a voice that borrows my own tongueand bends it inward.She does not shout.She rusts.She touches the beams of beliefuntil they groan softly in the night.She presses fingerprintsinto the glass of my becomingand calls...