Our Lady of Fiery Spires

I am but a pilgrim here
Now to what shall I compare
This cathedral of a lady
And the fiery spires of her hair?
Her body is a temple
I have come to worship there--
Is that Moses' burning bush I see
Or the fiery spires of her hair?
She's armed with Roman legions
She's no stranger to la guerre
Her centurion eyes keep watch
'Neath the fiery spires of her hair.
Perhaps she is a pagan
Celtic queen our Lady fair
Perhaps she's part Medusa
Beware the fiery spires of her hair.
Methinks she be an angel
Divine presence shining there
The flaming sword she stands holding
Lights the fiery spires of her hair.