The Will of the Nine Queens
Snow rests softly upon their brow
The nine queens softly kneel
The earth waits and as the queens rest
A tremor ripples across Time
The nine queens softly kneel
The earth waits and as the queens rest
A tremor ripples across Time
They speak in the breath of wind
Their tears are worlds within the world
Creation is an act of Will and imagination
The nine whisper and it comes to be
Their tears are worlds within the world
Creation is an act of Will and imagination
The nine whisper and it comes to be
The magic is ancient, deep, and cold
It is carried within the essence of all
In the wind, in the water, in the space between
The nine, the queens utter and stand
It is carried within the essence of all
In the wind, in the water, in the space between
The nine, the queens utter and stand
© Lasciel Annwynn 2014