Let our love blossom and never grow sour
Angelic winged lady of the words of power
For us to part would be most tragic
For thou art truly the great lady of magick
You are the moon shining over the sea
Yet you loved a foolish mortal such as me

Of Gods & Men

Beautiful Isis is our future so bleak
When you've always seeked shelter for the weak
She who gave birth to heaven and earth
She who fills my life with mirth
She who hears plight and can never ignore
To always seek justice for the poor

Thou knowest the widow and the orphan
Wouldst thou have me approach with caution
The jewel in the clouds, the star in the sea
Is it within thy heart to forgive me
Light giver of heaven, please let us never be apart
She who knows how to make right use of the heart

Let our love blossom and never grow sour
Angelic winged lady of the words of power
For us to part would be most tragic
For thou art truly the great lady of magick
You are the moon shining over the sea
Yet you loved a foolish mortal such as me

From this day hence let there be an end to strife
Oh great mistress of the house of life
Oh please let us no longer be at odds
Queen of heaven, mother of the gods
Thy majesty is plain for all to see
One who is all, let there peace be
Lest this deluded man suffer for all eternity

© Arcana