1.
The moon with her glistening gown,
Stars captured in her midnight train.
Never showing her other face.
As the wind glides with the sweet scent.
2.
Cradled by the air,
The Goddess,
Reposing on her throne.
Black plaited hair flowing gracefully.
The stars,
Captured in her black locks.
Her whole lustre quenched by love, healing and magick -
Appearing ever more mystical.
Her entrancing eyes,
Like lines of lapis,
Streaked with gold.
Encased in black,
They slumber.
Her orbs shine like the moon herself.
Powerful pyramids,
Drenched in ancient magick,
Stand dominent before her.
3.
The scent of Myrrh and Neroli embraces her white veils.
Adorning her head lies an eagle headress.
And the ever present Ankh,
Rests at her heart.
4.
The beautiful winds,
Whisper her name.
Through the temples they echo.
5.
As true to the Egyptian Sands,
And the Timeless Lands,
As she is for me now.
