Queen of the Dark
She walks in the greenest heaven
her gentle voice is there
when the white prism,
erases the vivid voice of number seven
She stands between you and most high heaven
She whispers, in the illuminated dark
she is the creation
she is the life-giving spark
In her eyes cries a golden river of manifestation
She is the rightful queen
and,
playful bosom of your unbroken…
