I am what ye consider of thyself.
I am myself and thou as thou art.
Who will be time come.
I am that without form.
I am that without force.
Yet force and form I be.
I am the lover and the beloved.
I am the whole and the part.
I am compassion healing rift.
I am diamond cutting stone hearts.
I am the mirror without reflection.
All eight of those I be.
The head without a body.
Few know me at all and that is secret.
Yet woman is my name.
A plated host marcheth at my skirts.
For I am mighty as the Dark One knows me.
My nostrils smell the blood of the slain.
I am weak as woman knows me.
Yea! Be that my truest strength.
I am desire, the first created, the first sin.