I saw you when the moon is crescent shaped
Light gives a hope and way,
No one will destroy your virtue
Dwelling on the elysium mountains and sacred woods.
Sovereignty of your name still alive
On the tenebrefic sky and plain air
Utterly painted your image
Carrying a quiver in shoulder—
A deer and hunting dogs surrounds you.
You're the shield of the high mountains
Aside from protecting wild animals,
You help woman to fertile child
Blessed by your bright sky.
You loved thrill and action life—specially hunting
With hunting dogs, deer or bear,
You're not easily attached by someone
An apathy 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆
—𝓡𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 /+072519🍂