You that smell at roses in the night entwine your might, you that set aflame with blight, sweet dear, tonight.
You that dance with fairies,kissing frogs until no more are left, you that fireflies sign about.
"Admire the sunset from whence you came," the Lord of the Ether smiled.
Dancing with the lavander lady, smelling of roses, smelling of extacy.
Nymphomania, you are the forest nymph, gaurdian of the sacred golden oak trees, you that kiss the mycelium of the earth, inoculating the Universe with your fruitful kiss.
Your roses are black as your ether, your ether is white, creating what you might. Your ectoplasm is a sweet deadly kiss, a final death stare into the unknown conscious realms of your mind. Your yang, man...
Seed of ethernal beauty, eternal in might and in light, see through this blight, let me give you a fight. Forest nymph of the golden oaks, protector of fairies, godmother, beautiful mistress of the vast Oceans, guardian of mermaids, giver of knowledge, - raven goddess...
Raven Goddess Morrican, you are the lover among men, your beauty is far beyond all that is, streching throughout the multiverse...
