An entrancing orb, spilling a radiant glow
Drenching the flesh ridden earth
With ethereal energy
Invisible to the repugnant
Alluring to the enlightened
Practitioners of the craft
Absorbing every particle
Gifted by her celestial body
Devoid of expectation for reciprocation
Revealing ghastly inhabitants
Of realms only known
To those of refined intuition
And unfettered perception
The third hour, when the enlightened gather
Misanthropic musings
Dissipate under her light
Humbled is the herald of hate
Peak tranquility awaits
Those who meet her gaze
Neither challenging nor submitting
To the maiden, mother, and crone