Here she rises from the depths of Hades.
Like the morning star leading the way;
slowly turning all dullness in her path
into an array of vibrancy.
The butterfly has bestowed the land in springtime love,
descending from castles of the gods.
Leaving the first chrysalis
of old form to show earthen womb care.
Gentle love and care,
guiding the winds to the peaks of serenity
where the goddess waits for her lover.
The Queen of Roses awaits
green of the forest below.
Love is made in divinity.
Union of the two.
The equinox has begun.
And the lovers exude warmth
into the wilderness.
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