11/15/2012 10:22
Her eyes are hidden, her garb is black.
My Goddess is followed by a pack.
Her stride is firm, her voice commands.
She slays her foes by waving her hand.
Her face is hooded, so none may see.
She chooses to disguise her divinity.
Her gaze is stern, to all she sees.
And yet she smiles down on me.
Who am I to be so blessed?
Her presence is a warm caress.
If you wish me harm, then you'd best run.
For surely I am loved by that One.
I spread her name, to all I meet.
I sing her praises in the street.
If you see her glower, please step aside.
Lest your loved ones keen by your graveside.