1. Her mask would glow from hue to hue,
2. Each shade a truth, each tone a cue.
3. In crimson light, they bowed with grace—
4. A holy hush across the place.
5. In violet veils, they found delight,
6. A song that turned their bones to light.
7. The gold declared that love was near,
8. And wrapped their thoughts in warmth sincere.
9. But black was deep, and black was wide—
10. A sacred dark where truths abide.
11. It whispered soft: “Receive, obey,”
12. And led their doubts to drift away.
13. They learned Her signs, Her sacred speech,
14. Through hue and pulse beyond their reach.
15. She bent the soil, unrolled the skies,
16. And painted truth through shifting lies.
17. They bled in joy, they sang Her name,
18. Their offerings set themselves aflame.
19. For they were made of pliant clay—
20. To bloom, to bend, and fade away.
21. What higher call could mortals seek,
22. Than serve the Strong and shield the Weak?