The Isna Triad: HikeA Poem by Catalathe second of three (the third being lost)
I am
The middle man Stuck between life and death. As are those who follow me. Come Father Creator, Deliver me my subjects. Sickness and health are the deities of my life. Magic, medication, they go hand in hand. Sweet lovers in Sensual battle for front runner. Come Mother Destroyer I have a sect for you. As I protect those who are My Father's Children, As I revive those who are My Mother's Fallen, I am the healer of our Triad. And I'm stuck in the middle. © 2009 Catala |
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Added on December 31, 2009 Last Updated on December 31, 2009 AuthorCatalaLAAboutI'm uploading old poems, and trying to write some new, so, yes, massive uploads. sorry ehheh "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone .. more..Writing
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