The Journey

What will she learn,this Queen so high
venturing forth into the sky.
A Journey so long overdue;
a Journey to a world so new.
I say fare well as she does go
to find what only she can know.
She who lives her there anyway
will Journey back there on this day.
Outwards into her true abode;
a golden, white horse is what she rode.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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