A Pledge

The Lady is my saviour,
In Her arms I find sweet succour,
Through every trial She is my defender,
Through every lesson She is my Priestess,
I serve no sovereign but She.
And when all the worlds of matter have returned to dust,
Her bountiful garden shall await my return.
In Her embrace, my soul will finally rest.
Until that day, at the end of days,
I shall sing and dance and praise Her glory.
Amadéa, Blessed is She.

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