Her every step makes the Earth tremble
The power of her blood in her gait.
Beguiling beauty masks ancient grace
Sacred queen, dark daughter of fate.
The Old Ones speak through crimson lips
Echoes of myth and sands of gold.
Taste life and death in her kiss
Ancient magick is hers to weave and hold.
Daughter of Kemet
Child of Moon and Sun
She who is both Rose and Thorn.
Her reign has just begun.
Original poetry by Serpentine Fyre aka Alicia D'Avalon