The Horned Goddess
I have spoke in cryptic whispers about the Great Creatrix and Destroyer. She of the Wild, The Astral Bodies and the blackened Abyss.
Her breath has come to me these past few years and now through me. She graces the room with aromas of Night Queen, Clove, Orange and charred Oak.
Beautiful Queen of Horn and spike. Who walks barefoot over thorns unopposed. Eyes affixed to true Sovereignty and Divinity.
I sing your hymn in notes of flora defined.