A gift to all of us she is
She roams the wilds of nameless lands
Hauling a great serpent on leash
Together they etch yawning footprints
On arid earth and hidden beach streches

The blessed ones have seen her
Her mouth a spring
of crystalline giggles
that roll down between her
pointy girlish breasts
and take suffering away

Beside her the serpent
His eyes, two puddles of despair
His poison drained by her holy vice
Weak, shivering on her side
Divine auspice wields his shackles

She is the pride of the Gods
When she was born the sun smiled
and burned her name on crests unknown
Yet she is known by all
As surely and well as mother's love

Mistress of the great serpent she is
The single star in our dark sky of despair
that domes the war grounds of our cursed life
Her triumph makes the rotting corpses sing
She comes at night and wipes the warrior's tears
Blessed may you be, O Mistress of the Serpent

Fotios, September 2003