A Promise

High Priestess sits before the threshold, staring into time
Behind her eyes the threads of fate unweave and form again
Austere, remote, and cool she seems to any who approach
Who cannot tread the unseen path nor speak in secret tongues
Half in the light and half in dark, she stands between two worlds
The shadows of the past extend to touch the gleaming hope
The dream she knows is vision true but not within her grasp
She cannot bridge the gap between herself and Empress plush
A catalyst must spark her fire to alchemize the change
A man of truth and learning keen, unfazed by what she Sees
Who wants her more for what she is, not less, and not despite
A man who sets her soul ablaze by courting first her mind
And thusly makes her feel alive in ways she never has
I seek a man with such a mind and lonely, yearning heart
My raven man, who finds my dreams, and flies beneath the moon
For you alone am I the Empress, willing, soft, and warm
With you alone I’d brave that fire; with you alone I’d stay