Tucked away , in a shady grove
near the centre of the universe
was a temple no one knew about
for a woman – not a goddess meet!-
whom the earth had one day devoured.
On her forehead was a diadem
In the sactum sanctorum
the gem-maker’s large cut blue stone
in size, lustre and quality
almost unmatched around the world
now adorned that fair forehead.
It lit up the dark niche
As a star does our earth
so bright was it, like blue fire
One almost felt it lived.