I'd call you a monster,
but I am one too
and you already know.
It takes one to see one.

She's the purest of lights on the heavenly firmament
She's like the shining star, a beautiful golden ornament
She's the hope you feel in the air, our highest monument
She's like a poet, with a feather in her hand as an armament
She's the spirit of a new beginning, on a white shore obelisk
She's like the essence of our dreams, our private novelist
She's our mindowner, our thoughts monopolist
She writes from bottoms of our hearts
She writes from the tips of our wings
She writes straight from the skies
All hail the queen!
the queen,
of poetry.

This mesmerizing feeling always has its start in your mind,
Then it goes to your eyes and opens them wide.

Next, through your spine to the heart where your will lies,
That is the power to conquer the skies.

When it is done it goes to the tips of your toes and fingers,
This is the way to change the world, a way of a freethinker.
From now on you are the fire bringer!