Atalanta

Atalanta, golden orbs adorn you
The games you play with game you chase
Born suckled by the slaughter
Atalanta, the butcher’s bow has warmed you
The hunt is doomed, the bears have groomed
The lion’s cursed daughter
Your star lies in the deep river ever clouded
Wormwood grows where love once flowed
The flock drowned in the water
Atalanta, lips sealed fast with honey
Back to the sane in all but name
Must always be apart