A young goddess, full of love, fresh with the touch of a husband,

carrying power and rich with anger, strength, urgency, understanding,

follows the direction her ear has led her, down to the place where the underworld glistens.

At each door she removes a jewel, a belt, a ceremonial robe.

At each door, she is less and more. She bows down through the seventh door.

The young goddess is dead, and waiting. The young goddess is dead.

A goddess goes down, and I can see her. She needs to go, decides to go.

A goddess goes down, and I can hear her.

From Eve