'Ode of Love' Forms of the Goddess: Glory

Bow down, kings and servants alike.
Lower your heads to the earth
From which you came, for she,
The Golden Goddess has come.
She, the origin of beauty has awoken
To fill the dark space with brilliance.
Light eternal.

Fall down and weep, others.
Hide your faces from her
And run to the dark.
For you will never compare.
You who came before,
Dissipate with the winds of creation.
Be forgotten.

Creation, choir your voices to her.
Sing a chorus of salutations for
Her coming is now and now
We shall give a requiem for death.
Golden is she upon our eyes,
Purer than the holy majesty
Of angels.

Stars, ignite your souls in worship.
Praise the grandeur she emits
And emanates through the universe,
Life flowing from her eternity.
From her the moon waxes
And wanes to light my night.
I love.

See her, coming down to me from Heaven.
Arms wide and with colours
Only bidden by her, for the love
She grants is eternal and deep.
In her presence I kneel and cry
As she opens my heart from a hole,
It's abode. It was closed.

Glory. Glory of the most high.
Placed upon the throne of love
And life, I am filled with her
And I wish to give her myself.
I am but to protect and serve,
Love and exalt with my heart.
Adore.

Arise, be filled and drink her in.
For her iris's are as mother-of-pearl
And skin of porcelain, a pale white rose,
And the form of desire unknown.
Be as one with the Goddess
To reach the transcendence of the soul.
Utopia.