Leto’s Daughter

The moon shines feral tonight,
Gleaming like an eye gone blind,
Jealous of all she can’t see.
The wind howls and screams
Against a screen door,
Banging against the frame.
It is her voice
Screaming jealousy.
She gathers clouds under
Her arms and sweeps
Across the earth,
A silver tsunami.
Invisible destruction,
Emotional rage that rushes
Through your bones.

Who has blinded poor Diana?

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