O Mistress of the Light, why burn thine eyes
So bright? What mystery dost thou reveal;
What stranger thee, thine eye to me conceal
Within thy night, thine opalescent skies?
O Child of the Earth, Who guards so fine
Thy berth? Who hath consoled thine eyes of pain;
And giv’st thee hold, to lands controlled? Explain
What purpose gives’ thee worth to thus enshrine.
O Mistress of the Dark, When shalt thou next
Embark? Dost one thou know as darker still;
So dark as goe the depths below? But thrill
Such depths, as stark, Cimmerian, as vexed?
As vexed, but thrilling still, thou next enshrine;
Thine eyes reveal concealing skies so fine.
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Very nicely done, my dear, three aspect goddess and all.
And you, my dearest, are chaffy enough to see it!!
…a quote from either Wayne and Gareth, or Bill and Ted, i believe. Thank you my most excellent and awesome friend.