Phaedra

I have strength I fear nothing the sky is bright for me if the world perishes I will not perish my horizons stand above the walls of pine Beautiful the gods in this lonely hour As I change the serpents into angels Healing the tears of the venomous hearts And the ground trembles under my hooves The forest light falls in my footsteps the moon and the lark know my song I thrive within the folding of the pages I decorate my heroin with blood Beautiful the gods in this lonely hour as I lift the veils of Phaedra kissing the mouths of Leviathan and tending to the weeds in my mother's garden