After the Morning Prayer

Ostara (ImperfectPsychotic04) #5

Ostara

With a diadem embellished from flowers thousand,

She was dressed in the colours of horizon,

Lands in garlands encompassing her ahead,

Waters of World at her feet for elaboration,

Made from the vault of Mountains profound,

Fluttering with the breeze in a symphony of sensation,

Her perfection was farther from the beyond,

Her worship was in tune with redemption,

For the beings of darkness that are doomed,

From the light of a future benign,

Beauty that surpasses the realm of the damned,

She is Ostara the Goddess of Spring divine.