It was a distant, very distant time
When her body in its regal splendour
Oozed pleasant savoury fragrance.
Sweet milk from her breasts flowed
And filled her seeds with humour.
Alas, 'tis accursed beauty,
For all so soon it vanished
As mist from earth at sunrise!
Our mother was deflowered,
Her body savagely plundered.
Darkness set on her seeds
And our memories of light was lost.
But one thing only I know,
A new dawn we shall know
When her sun shall rise again,
Never to set, amen.