The crescent moon encroaches on the day,
a pale trespasser in the realm of sun.
She will not wait her turn, she will not stay
until the golden reign is fully done.
The gleaming future will not stand in front
but lurks behind you with a loaded bow;
she is moon-browed Diana* on the hunt
counting as she waits to loose the fatal blow.
Just yesterday, you overtook the old;
and, menacing your bone white teeth, you smiled.
Tomorrow is a youth, ruthless and bold
who, tireless, stalks you like a smirking child.
Before the burning sun lays down his head
the huntress marks the spot you make your bed.
*Diana is the Roman goddess of the night and of hunting. For this reason, she is often depicted wearing a small crown featuring a crescent moon and holding a bow; she is also often accompanied by a hunting dog.
Tomorrow Hunts: the worries of those passing their prime in idleness
