You are Victoria,
queen of Victory;
and embodiment of triumph.

Hold your head high;
that women will be awed;
and men humbled by your passing.

You are blessed by Gaia, mother earth;
A favorite of Brigit;
Favored by Astarte;
and Consort of Baal.

You wear a crown of flowers;
and a Diadem of Stars.

When you walk through the forest;
the animals chirp;
and the birds sing.

Your path is lined with petals;
and at the end is Victory in all.

Fruit, milk and honey,
are yours for the taking.