Song of the Priestess (2)

Born, the scribe In this world entranced by idol worshipI have found the living God He demands no sacrifice, no hymnsonly my soul in ink-drops His potent blessings to me are plenty so sweet, they curl my toes coursing through each vein in ecstasythat only in His verses find succour For it is only in…

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Song of the Priestess (1)

God's Kiss When, come the full moon, she prayssolemn, appellant, on her knees,invoking the God, who then descends and lifts her up, saying he's pleased; ordaining for her to simply name whatever gifts she may desire she asks only to sing his praise in lands even beyond his empire;he takes her face between his hands…

Song of the Priestess (6)

Kingdom Come'My God, to whom I'm boundI ask to never be abandoned from hence though oceans may toss and turn at tide's call, or all of earth cry n' lament'The poetess thus pens her last poemas the last prayer of the Priestess-a piquant plea to purple-towered Elysium,to return to the Gods, and finally rest.For no…

Song of the Priestess (5)

My God's DecreeSay what was my God's decree but to writeto live out desire as His chosen scribeYet dreams of Elysium both day and night leave me still bereft of the sacred sightSo each verse turns to letters upon the airto draw him close, to have him nearwhom now as my quill's muse I recognise…

Song of the Priestess (4)

Gifts of the Muse As soft as love are her Arcadian dreams that unbeknownst to her, she channels;each earthly word with ethereal alchemy evokes both devotion and desires carnal.Zephyr heralds spring in songs she sings, Aphrodite makes a home in her verses;her quill moves the Earth to divine praise; Providence itself smiles upon the Poetess!…