The Charge of the Goddess
She is like no other. You search your memory, but you can remember no equal, neither in this life time or in any slips of memory that your stingy brain has allowed you to recall.
Her stance is straight and proud. Her strong yet delicate arms rise to the heavens, drawing down the light of the Moon into her breast. Into her soul.
She is swathed in shimmering material that any human has yet to make, you marvel at how it ripples around her, like fine flesh that kisses the night.
Some in the crowd see her as a raven haired beauty; others see her as a white- blonde princess. Yet there are those who observe a fiery, red-headed warrioress. To you her skin appears a musk- honey color, but to the man next to you it shines with polished ebony.
It is then you realize that you are connected to the thoughts of all in the Universe. To look upon her radiant face is to have the air stolen from your lungs, and you gasp, eyes fluttering in mild fear of drowning in the logic of nothing, the sensation flashes by; you are left with steady breath and a pumping heart.
To look within her is to experiance the Divine... The Goddess!
The logical mind does not well accept the creative premise of divinity. Therefore, you internally debate whether you are looking upon human flesh or a figment of the heavens. You have been told by others that the human ia Aradia, Queen of the Witches. Some have said she is the incarnation of the Goddess herself, others say she is the daughter of the Goddess, as She could not enter her full self in human flesh.
Regardless of the debate, you know that you have waited a very long time to see her. Although the humans here are total strangers to you, you finally feel that you are home. This is the place where you belong.
