Walking through rooms and out to the bathroom
three women now preen in front of old mirrors
"Its been so so, long - thousands of years"
plaiting hun hair, into long locks about her
"It seems only like yesterday, your looks are the same"
the Warrior eased by my flattery now
Massagetae smiles, but flares white and then blue
especially by speaking of God and of Light
Another I pass, is holding my sage
she smiles while tossing them into the flame
She brings about darkness as a backdrop for me
to learn of their secrets and share in their dreams
The World was created in Darkness not Light
where thought and emotion mated and fought
Where love made the stars and pain made the moon
and where Light's a result of men killing their parents
The third one is different as she enters the room
red and gold robes of a monastery order
I help her unrobe where she hands me a stone
a cat's eye which reaches beyond my own mind
Lines now become drawn quite firm in the sand
where white now meets black to where energy's sown
Times ruled by women both ancient and wise
both givers of life as well as demise...
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