Whispers of the divine
She is the gate keeper
The inner knowledge
She holds power
Her words are like magic
She tells a story
If you care to listen
abiding in the midnight hour
She holds the crown of
Intuition.
You can hear faint whispers in your ear
Of the high priestess drawing near.
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