Upon the blackened reeds
She sits upon her throne
Where all is blackened roots.

She is the angel among
The darkness sitting, watching
Upon her blackened throne.

The days are of no consequence
But in darkness the world
Is real. She bides her time,
Woman upon a darkened throne.

She waits passionately for
The fall of man, and
The rise of the true leaders,
Obscured by man, she
Sits, she waits upon her
Lonely throne.