Her skin etched in gold.
Her arms outstretched praising to heavens with gratitude for life.
A crown adorns her head as curls and coils spring forth from beneath.
Tales of victories are played along the coils and curls.
Adversities ridden in strife she never faltered.
A world was borne from her wound.
Light adorns her causing an otherworldly glow.
Regal in her countenance she is Queen.
Stagnant and forever standing in her faith.
She is Queen.
Forever loving and forever everlasting.
Her passions are shown in the darkness of her irises.
She is Queen with skin carved from the deepest of mahoganies.
Her sensuality falls on all who come to bow to She.
She is Queen and forever She will be.
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