The high priest knew of flames
the flowers that could float
in abondon
A fire which no clouds could drown

She knew not of her charms
and only could cook well
her school had taught her
how hard work of her love
could release burden of
the sky from it's earth

The temple
the purest of floors
Had a story hidden in it's chambers
Wrapped in sheets were the tales
from that story
of passion and peace