I’ll tell you now,
Of Her, Who’s Hand is Above;
She stands upon Olympus high,
Dripping in golden sunlight,
Pearls and Topaz adorning Her crown.
Intricate braids and bands of gold,
Holding honeysuckle and organza
Atop Her brow.
Calf like eyes, framed in heavy lashes,
Painted with lapis lazuli,
Looking out under perfect brunette curls.
Your Queen stands before you now.
Rise, and turn your voices towards Her.