“A Shakespearian sonnet about Artemis II going to the Moon”

Upon this age, let future’s pen record,  
Great Artemis II’s ascent to lunar throne—  
A silver ship the dreamers all adored,  
On wings of fire, from midnight launched alone.  
The Earth below—a fragile, turning blue,  
Recedes in hush as mighty engines sing,  
While rockets chase the footprints, faint but true,  
That echo where old eagle spread its wing.  

What secret music draws them through the void?  
A daughter’s quest where ancient myth began:  
Diana’s light—her silver bow employed—  
Finds modern hands to aim her dreams for man.  
O, write new fables on the silent stone:  
We chase the goddess, but the stars we own.

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