Silver, the moon, virginity, purity, the queen.
In the shadows of mountains and in the wind on mountain-tops She loves to take her bow
Her bow made all of silver
And shoot off her shafts of woe.
The peaks of great mountains tremble
The forest in its darkness screams ...
The whole earth starts shaking even the sea, the sea-life ... And when she has hung up this unstrung bow,
When she has put away her arrows,
She puts on over her flesh a beautiful dress
Then she begins the dances ...
-Homeric Hymn to Artemis
Broze Üstü Altın Kaplama
Silver Zincir Bileklik