Masculine, Feminine

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.