Mutual feelings between her and her words—
They could not find life without her
Nor could she live without them.
In a kingdom that tended to listen
She looked down at her visible hands
The people followed.
They esteem her with respect
Because her mind-flight stirs
The white children and their raven writers.
By believing in her own verse
She knows she is a queen and a priestess
Born to bring about hope
In an eternal concord of faces.