The body is a vessel, connected to spirit and mind,
Residing within my mind, manifests these grey eyes,
"Who?" asks the Owl, who is this other being that lives inside,
A vulture circles the city of Thrace, seeking its next meal,
An olive tree creaks.
Whistling through the leaves and branches, the wind whispers:
“Do not hesitate.”
The fire that was once dead burns again,
With a finger pointed towards the red star, I hold the flaming torch,
The seven fires burn ever more,
The snake and the boar rejoice, armor and helm equipped,
I ride my chariot onward.
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A masterpiece filled with heartfelt resonance.