Straight Arrow Of Truth

gaia, anvil of brighid, your bright, white-hot arrow of forged steel am i, straight arrow of truth. not from tender, yielding, soft kisses of flesh birthing a bonnie babe came i, steely spirit of death, but from a wild mountain’s heart ripped screaming by savage iron tiger claws from the wounded earth. not with a mother’s love fed with milk-sweet blissful blessings comes my knowledge, sense of my warrior path, but with the exploding flame of myriad deaths erupting red-raged i fly running, routed, terror drives my growth.

cold cringe or fiery flood hard hammered to hold both. blazing ice, fixed for flight poised am i trembling arrow of truth. aim well, arm of love at the heart of the lie let the dead who never lived mercifully die to glorious rebirth through death.