NaPoWriMo- 2

Mystery and magick, she guards the gate.
She knows all the secrets, she understands fate.

Pomegranates and palms, the underworld she treads.
She plumbs the depths, places others dread.

Intuition will guide you, if you open your mind.
Draw the sacred feminine, a tribe of your own kind.

To walk the spiral, as without, so within.
Your third eye will guide you, deep in your bones, in your skin.