For The Lady

For I am the first and the last. I am the honored one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am the barren one, and many are her sons. I am the silence that is incomprehensible. I am the utterance of my name.

Hail to the Great Veiled Queen, Our Lady of the Green Underground Crowned in Thorns; She, the Many-Eyed Serpent Bearing Consort to the Old Ones, Corpse-Laden Mother of the Viridian Host; The Everbearing Boundary-Keeper of the Keys to the Garden and Wellspring Eternal.

Oh Chava, distraught are you, for your Great King is Headless and a'wandering. I prepare your lovely pathways to the temple, and guide you with softened footsteps; you shall take your ivory throne in the damp soil beneath the Earth, rejoining your blessed Spirits- veiled and waiting; wailing in mourning, until the dawn comes to rejoice once more.