The conceivement of creation that emerged deep between the holy womb nestles in the warm lining of the pearl.
As natural an order of Darwin's law, it unravels out as strands of correlation of the tempting serpent.
A divine emergency of matured femininity arises within the darkest tower.
The light of the sun casts its rays of wisdom over the castle grounds befalling upon the people below.
She is a sovereign queen that rules her followers and her fate is written on the seat of a jeweled throne.
She brings fairness to her kingdom and holds her hands with grace. She will bear her burdens and those that beg taking her destiny by the hand and promising a kiss of gratitude to the creator.
She picks up the serpent and calls upon her dragon.
A golden awe of radiance glides down before her. Such a glourious creature of shimmering scales with breath of sulphur and oxygen.
A mother of the golden sun that will master the winged ally of the wind, and still the being that coils the earth.
Grace the presence of the queen and when you bow down to the ground with humility your soul will be heard.
A glimmer of gold is faintly seen brightening up the pearl nestled deep within the womb .
