the silver hand of artemis

cut off
with pain that fades
and cast into nothing
the gods took pity
and fashioned her a glittering
silver hand
like art an original
and perfection of the first thought
soft metallic and coldish
it gave immense power
she shot laser-beams of red
out of her eyes
and flew into the mountains
her cave of fire
to sleep away time
until the night turned
and she rose again