Inanna

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.