Dark lady, you whisper in my ear.
Witch queen, you whisper:
Weave magic into the wind
And carry it to the far places.
Feel the lamia writhing in your blood.
At night she becomes your power.
Warrior queen, you whisper:
Bare your teeth and howl to the sky.
Let the land mold you
Into a glinting knife,
Ready to slice through greed
And banish the invaders.
Prophetess, you whisper:
Be shrewd and thoughtful.
Look to the far future.
Let the battle-frenzy take you
And let it fade like incense.
Lady, you speak for the rivers and meadows.
You speak for the spirits whose voices are soft.
You call to the thousand goddesses and say,
See, sisters, the world swells to reclaim itself.
This is my age, stripped bare by my anger,
Molded by my wisdom.
Lady, the world shivers around me,
Watchful and awake.
I will listen, O shadow.