You are Victoria,
queen of Victory;
and embodiment of triumph.

Hold your head high;
that women will be awed;
and men humbled by your passing.

You are blessed by Gaia, mother earth;
A favorite of Brigit;
Favored by Astarte;
and Consort of Baal.

You wear a crown of flowers;
and a Diadem of Stars.

When you walk through the forest;
the animals chirp;
and the birds sing.

Your path is lined with petals;
and at the end is Victory in all.

Fruit, milk and honey,
are yours for the taking.

And how the moonlight shines upon your hair!

Ramon Gandia,
High Priest of the Anvil Temple
April 6, 2011