Three Words

Three Words

 

Hope is my armor in the darkness.

To ward against the hurt of time.

First breaking ray of dawn is my sword.

To fend the shadows from my mind.

The last lance of moonlight are the arrows

For my gleaming rain spun bow.

The light of the stars is my shield

To ward the silent blow

The unseen wind is my destrier, valiant

Steadfast in the charge, reliant

Antlered is my helm, shining and resilient

Rising in defiance against the unknown

With these I win the freedom

Swift and ephemeral

Peace wrought from chaos

An eye spark captured

For time enough to reach

Tentatively in Faith.

I am Firstborn.

 

R.W.W. banfiadh – wolfthought 2003

 

 

 

 

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