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O Magician!

What folly of yours!

You awakened the woman in the mask

You conjured chaos

From your touch sprang an armed butterfly

This Queen cannot be taken by any

Save those she beckons to approach

No Fool will be this troublesome

Shattered illusions like shattered crystal

Litter the ground

New illusions spring from their remains

Even as truth struggles to life

All dancing to music under a bright sky

Yes – I noticed

And will not let it pass

Gather what courage you can

You will need it

Gather what vision you can

For you lack it

And speak truth, if you can

For you called me friend as if you meant it

And spoke as if my words mattered

They didn’t

An illusion

I am no illusion

I am Eleanor

I married two kings then bore two more

And ransomed the lion from captivity

I am Isabella

I put a Queen on England’s throne

And found destiny through my jewels

I am Hildegard

I was embraced by God

And preached when no woman could

Courage, vision and truth are part of me

Dare you claim such a lineage?

I am no illusion

I am the armed butterfly

The Queen who cannot be taken by any

Save by those I permit to approach

You kept your distance then

Keep it still

For those who approach

Must have courage

Must have vision

Must speak truth

I thought once they were a part of you

I was wrong

O Magician!

What folly of yours!

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