Invocation To The Mad Queen

I would you were the hollow ship fashioned to bear the cargo of my love the unrelenting glove hurled in defiance at our blackest world or that great banner mad unfurled the poet plants upon the hill of time or else amphora for the gold of life liquid and naked as a virgin wife. Yourself the prize I gird with Fire The Great White Ruin Of my Desire. I burn to gold fierce and unerring as a conquering sword I burn to gold fierce and undaunted as a lion lord seeking your Bed and leave to them the burning of the dead.