“Commandeth even the winds and water, and they obey.”
Ebony waves stand parted
With braided fangs;
In defeat
Earth’s dark ether congeals.
She is roses
And a thin white sword.
She is a quill of light,
Sharp stencil
A goddess cuts through.
Golden words hover about her
(Conversation is in heaven).
Golden words are flowering
(Conversation is in heaven).
Golden words are bursting their calyces.
She is a token, a dove, a harp-
A presence
Cinctured by words of gold.
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