Captive Queen, The Torch Of Woman (4) Poem by Captain Cur

Pride of Heaven! Blessed earth, in human
Form Seraphs came to light the torch of woman
And honor her child, thy goodly Queen,
For life and love till death's mortality.
To those thy captors this eternal curse;
Lost spirits in a lamp less universe,
No moon behind the clouds, no breaking dawn,
No calming waves to soothe eternal storms,
No reflections thus, no spiritual mirror
To view their souls to ease the nights of terror,
No days of splendor, no bountiful sun,
Nor Him in glory to gaze their eyes upon.
Though the world may be obscure to thee now
For there our moon will beam behind this cloud,
We will say the words, sing our sacred song,
We will arm strong men, fight against this wrong,
We will triumph and shall champion through
And turn the pale skies to the richest blue,
These gifts bestowed, emblazoned in our eye,
Victory awaits, thy reign shall never die!