9 November 2012
She stood before the flames A priestess, formed by the sun Staring at their beauty Waiting for the followers to come
Tantalising colours burn in the night They gather from all around Drawn to her electricity All is quiet, there is no sound
Her honey and musk perfume Draws them ever near Waiting for her known healing powers This female seer
She enchants them Takes them on a voyage of love She guards against the evil eye While the flames tower above
Her golden warmth embraces them Leaving them feel at one A beauty and protector Amber, the Priestess, born of the sun
Amber • Opuss № I