A maiden, who the angels favoured as Nefertiti
A vision, (if imagined) of nothingness
Dark, void and quiet
Exploding from the gods, a flame of design
(if not design, a perfect mistake)
Like bellowing clouds
Softly, violently shaping to figure
A silhouette, the gods even envied
The curvature sweeping, a symmetry weaving
Something was forming
Forming, conjoining
In tune with the universe
Simply enthralling
The gods, now dethroning, (falling from glory)
All glory is drawing to this one silent creature
Exalting it's wonder (the god's only features)
Immaculate, left them in tears
And the angels came stirring
Sitting and staring
Something had claimed wonder much higher
The only thing higher than the stars of the gods
To mortal, and angel, and omniscient being
The light came to bright to bare
And after their eyes had come sickened with light
They knew that perfection was there
For in their pursuit of perfection
(Proven much too great to consume)
Came this queen from the heavens far beyond all compare
Beyond all compare, but still rests her eyes there