She Who Burns
She who burns at both ends.
She who worships the Sun and Moon.
She who belongs to the Earth and Her Oceans.
She who won’t back down.
Rising from burnt ashes as the Flame,
Gathering the Circle, Calling the Guards,
Sounding out Her Call…
She is the Siren.
She is the Wildfire.
She is the Southern Sun burning in the Dark.
A Beacon Beneath the Veils of Illusion, She Burns.
Igniting a Bridge Between the Worlds,
Where the Blaze of Love between Light and Dark Births Life Eternally.
Held in the Fires of Creation,
Her spark Lights up the Occasion,
Her’s are the flames of temptation,
And beyond the Dance of Damnation….
It is She who holds the Fire of All Sacred Desire.
It is She who burns bright Red.
It is She Who Rises to greet the Heat of Passion in the Bed.
It is She Who Burns and She who’s burned.
Her ashes carried on the wind.
She’s back again.
She’s the Burning Woman in Every Woman,
She’s the Fire You can’t fight.
She’s Lighting up the Night,
She’s in every candle’s light,
She’s Holding up Tonight.
She’s Back and She’s Burning Bright.