She’s shining in glory
Sensing her true story
Yet sitting in throne, so calm
Wearing plain blue robe
Horned diadem with a globe
With a lunar crescent at feet
Her inner instincts left her speechless
Guiding her sensual soul
Knowing she’s become the high priestess
Embracing the spirituality and wisdom
She listens to her body
And gauges everybody
Surrounded by the two pillars
Between Boaz and Jachin
The strength and establishment
Listening to the conscious minds
Sacred with feminine sweetness
Living in fantasy’s realm
Intriguing yet powerful, the high priestess
She knows it’s the right time to slow down
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