A golden crown upon my head
Clothed in a gossamer gown
I sit upon a silver throne
My palace is my heart’s home
I have no subjects, I am all alone
All cares, burdens, concerns unladen
For others sins, I have long atoned
From skies above the Goddess looked down
Upon her broken and lost Handmaiden
The Lady in Her mercy revealed to me
Her Majesty and Secrets of alchemy
Now I preside from the seat of my soul
I am healed and whole.
Queen of all Witchery
Eily Nash ~2020
