III Night was vastly approaching as now He found himself At the darkest corner of the forest After following a path.
His eyes fell upon a sight that seized His every fear of both love and hate. Light was throwing itself to the death of darkness Making a mirage as uncertain as any dream. Unfolding its luminosity Like one whose love we all do wish to find. There cradled between the limbs of a tree
Was an angel whose music was not that of the harp it held. But more the sound that would be appropriate for this darkness Which hovered and made every image naked Everything became uncertain of its origin in time and space. Watching the angels image grow strange Like one who wished to speak It played Being touch by the omnipresent body His limbs grew weak as all defense vanished At that very moment her music directed itself As he became her slave. So beautiful to feel the flesh of that white hot arrow
Make its mark to him in successions. Making swirling spiraling designs So bright it lit the sky.
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