Magdale'der myrrhophore of hearts despair.
He is lost inside the locks of your auburn hair.
And that haunting scent of your holy unguent
As you dress his feet and as you annoint him and weep.
From that alabaster well is the hallowed crucible
On that holy mount of where two beloveds dwell.
Holding tender and fair is the soul of your unborn heir
Mary Magdale'der the Hieros Gamos you shared
On that holy mount of care.......
Mary Magdale'der............ By Faunaserene