Giving everything to all,
In fashions of herself,
Astride monstrous affections –
Of so many names.

Where else might angels flee –
But to shining throne –
To ask what answer hails,
What rapture there knocks…

What audacity approaches..
And proclaims all that she is
Is living within them –
Yet undefeated…

For her to inherit –
Bending with her will –
Within the whispers
Of the heart kept still.