Her body was markedCovering her flesh
Mostly but not entirely
Her tattooed symbols lived
Keeping all of her secrets
More protected
Than a personal diary
She understood the magic
It was to be studied scholarly
When an artist covered her body
With ink sigils and symbols
They were for use when she needed
These images would come alive
She had control of her wrinkles
Her curves and her lines
Her fullness, her bosom
The markings would respond to her hand
And she called forth, offering hope
Creating life
Her power was majestic
Mysterious and dangerous
She was the medium
Through which power flowed
