Goddess in Red

 
Goddess over intuition,
seer of need behold your daughter
I am in the serpent's den with Cain
corrupt the vision
and turn the sea that is against me

so that I may rise

ancient, awoken rudely I writhe in pain
I am rudely treated
I excel on the mists
I am traceless

I conjure the truth, oh magic man
contest not my honesty and power
gripping desire disturbs my faith

I am keeper of dreams and delusions
it is with great pleasure I come forth to greet you
in the depths where you reside

slide in and open the way
in my hollow spaces you will find great pleasure