Archer,
Clothes of light.
Witch,
Torches of dark.
How you both,
Illuminate the
Shadows
And Life.
The Archer shines
Brightly,
Arrows of suns
Bound in silver,
Raining on the sick.
The Archer shines
Brightly,
Arrows of shafts
Of dawn
Raining on the arts.
The Witch's torches
Illuminates like the flames
On the Crossroads of
The Underworld.
The Witch's torches
Illuminates like the flames
Of the forest.
The Archer,
Shooting arrows
of truth.
The Archer,
Fast like
The Chariot.
The Witch,
Illuminating
Pathways.
The Witch,
The High Priestess
Of the Underworld.
The Witch and
The Archer crossed
Paths,
Now they illuminate
The way together.
Thus, the Archer
And the Witch spoke
With honesty
And patience,
"We are here to illuminate
And shine through parts
Of everyone."
With their torch and arrows,
They move as one.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A lovely poem with some most wonderful images that shine through. Mythical in nature it tells its story in good meter. Well done and a fave
Very Interesting. I like it
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