Ode to the Aryan Feminine

By LividLight14

She summons me in dreams, and breathes, and whispers through the trees,
Her wonderful Whiteness gleams, ethereal in the light,
How could something die – so bound to all that’s right?
She is vitality, fecundity, anchored in the earth, the key to our rebirth,
She beckons me in daylight hours, incessantly with her powers
Ever exercised so gracefully, with an aura of innocence,
She remains a goddess,
She is the Aryan Feminine, epitome of beauty so celestial,
With soft and snowy skin, ensconced upon her pedestal,
Is it so wrong to esteem God’s fairest, fragile dream?
Perfection is her possession, or as close as it gets,
She is Gaea’s vision, one I cannot resist,
A lovely lady with watery eyes is ever on my mind,
She evokes emotion, like the pathos of Winslow’s ocean,
Who else wields such a delicate potion?
Devotion is not something misplaced – for me, for her, and for my race,
To be inspired is to touch the divine, chivalry is the courage to fight,
I am loathe to imagine a world without her – this cannot and must not occur,
For she, with alluring curves, is the muse of the greatest of painters,
She is, of course, the stuff of lore, and the ode of the poets and authors,
Humanity cannot hope to prevail if the 14 Words ever fail.

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