She awakens to the sound of thunderous drums
Her soul shakes in its temple
Vibrating with power and fury
No longer in chained shackles
The source illuminates with power
Exploding and engulfing her in bright light
It is time to bend her head lower...
It is time to gift her with sight...
Blinding are the rays of freedom
Heavy was the burden of illusion
Splendorous is the view from her kingdom
More alive than any thriving passion
She sits quietly by her throne
Gazing into the never-ending horizon
Breathing softly she no longer longs
for the deep mysterious unknown...
Her palms lie gently among the folds of her robe
Her gaze shifts to the inside
She shuts her never-opened eyes
and never returns..
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