The Moon sang to me
at the birth of my womanhood...
One blood red rose was
witness to my serenade
and opened to show me my destiny.
Images that prove
I am a Goddess.
My honor as a Lady to He who is my consort
and to all that need my
gentle touch upon their brow.
And so
When it is dark
and Great Luna
calls to me...
I fallow her
to her chambers.
Deep within my heart
we sing and dance...
As only women can.
Laughing , speaking in our animal tones...
Rejoicing in our love
for our breast, our cunts, and our beautiful
woman souls.