Savior.
Strong and willing to survive,
shining like a star under the Indian Moon.

Each night
I light up the sky,
providing light to those who can’t see

Irish I am,
Irish I look, blonde, pale,
living, breathing life beside the stone of destiny.

On the hill
where she resides
with one touch, a new world roars to life

I am a queen, high
up in a tower. Looking
down, around at my people.

Ocean and earth
belong to me, goddess
worshiped by spirits of land and sea.

As a goddess
I hear the wishes, whispers and hopes
Granting to each which their own soul desires

I Tara, rocky like mountains,
beautiful like stars, lie on my hillside
gazing out over the paradise that is me.