Fly, fly, Frigatebird, take flight –
Soar high, real high, with wings of might;
Dance slow to know that girl inside –
And feel the peaks that feed her Light!
Fly, flapless, fly, to florid sky –
The summit’s high, now vow to vie;
Make festival of Love most famed:
Swear fealty to her Spirit enflamed –
The beast of low ground must be tamed
Ere darkness grows, and Fate is maimed!
Let Beauty be your Womb fantastic!
O Blood of the Queen – Dispel the Drastic!
Her kiss – flames rising Feminastic –
’til the heart booms Art to beats bombastic!
Fly up ‘n’ about, fly o’er the cloud:
Fly free, O cage-less bird, sans doubt!
Past Anger, Greed, and Ego proud:
Lust not for homme fatales of drought!
Th’ un-feminastic trite their spright:
Bite from great height, lose all birthright;
Afeared, unhappy, why, oh, why?
Come now, O Girl, be not so shy –
Mate Beauty ‘n’ Truth, set Justice right;
You’re Peace, you’re Good, you’re Bliss pure white!
