I am alone in a room with Her shadowed faces.
She pears into my soul.
Why does She sit so calmly?
For She is a joy of the world,
a light in the darkness.
The writting at Her feet bears Her story.
The crown upon Her head bears Her name.
I am looking into the eyes of my Goddess,
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Halloween is Right around the corner.. .
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Is this a 'real' Goddess? 
