Wonderous Lady of Light,

Seeker in darkness,

True meanings of right.

Be she witch or seer,

Does matter count foul,

If her visions are clear?

Blessed is my world,

Since her presence appeared,

My soul long closed, now unfurled.

Her guidance, a stimulus,

My path never more certain,

Future now boundless.

May I ever be blessed,

Her countenance surround me,

 Never to deny my soul to rest.

Let none declare deception,

 Her virtues now laid bare,

 Gift of vision with precise reception.

Fear not her words, never call bogus,

 For challenge invites,

  Visit of fire breathing penis.