voice of woman lips of goddess
your lips purse upon words deemed sour, only to taste their sweet passage.
making battle hardened men bow to your visage
even the laureates words fall to dim, upon the breadth of your voice
awestruck in your wake, tears of salvation their only speech
weeping willows suffice no mortal blows, as swords and heels proclaim on high.
bitter rivals halting their blades only to glimpse a moment of you, by the light of swords, careening calls! cast aside their slumber, dine upon your waking hours!
forever and a day they will worship your form, inner beauty given true meaning
radiance casts out in tantalizing heaps, curling about the ivory towers
bells shall sing of you, goddesses shall envy
Adria, Athena, Aphrodite and all, shall reign their atrocities upon ye, but none shall suffice, for ye are queen