Her divinity is a pure as snow
The daughter of a nymph,
fathered by a sprite.
Tall and supple as Artemis, wise as Athena.
As beautiful as Aphrodite.
She is imbued with beauty and grace,
it hangs about her like a shawl.

But she is flawed,
tainted by mortal desires.
She spends her days, endless as they are,
in hope and longing.
Sweet ambrosia turns to ash in her mouth,
and haunting melodies,
played by deft fingers,
fall on hollow ears.

She walks with honeyed steps,
through meadows and forests,
in the cloying heat, searching.
Never content.
For each day she feels a blossoming desire,
swell in her breast.
For what, she does not know.
But it pains her endlessly,
and she is forever restless.
This flawed immortal,
eternally unsatisfied.