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Arrows

Flying
High over the trees
And striking
Clean through the hearts
Of the young boys

Running
They are running
Screaming in terror
Confused by the wrath
Of a God

Tearing
Straight through
And ripping
The flesh from soft bones
Not yet hardened by life

Falling
Hard upon the ground
So warm
Red and pooling
Soaking in deep

Wailing
Throaty and rasping
Keening to the sound
Of bodies thrashing
And convulsing their last

Silence
Quiet and still
Red eyes
Soaking in a red scene
Everything lost to hubris

— Columbine

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Belonging

I belong to Apollon– the prize of my Lord.  He sees me, He knows me.  I yield to His word.  Who I am, what I am, are extensions of Him.  I walk this world primly, and am bound to His whim.

And yet, no greater freedom have I found, anywhere.  For I pursue my own goals with the utmost care.

I belong to the Prince.  Aegletes, Lykeios.  Phosphoros, Telchinios.  God of sunset and wolves.  Of stars and tornadoes.  None of these can ever be tamed.  So it is with myself.  I alone hold the reigns.

And yet, I am compelled to do as He pleases, for my head and my heart embrace all of His reasons.

I belong to Despota, the one who is Master.  He who becomes the unyeilding disaster.  His will becomes mine, and for it I’m grateful.  His eminent knowledge spares me from what’s hateful.

And yet, I am human, and sometimes can be hurt, but Apollon knows all, and rends lies in the dirt.

I belong to the God with the serene smile.  But make no mistake.  With Him, life is a trial.  In all that I am, and in all that I do, He pushes and moulds me ’til I acknowledge His veiw.

And yet, through His shaping I am made better– more whole.  For such is the fate of the untempered soul.

— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 3]

We Remember

O Lord of the many paths
We remember You
O Lord of the flirtatious wind
We remember You
O Lord of shining smiles who lures all eyes in His direction
We remember You

 

Apollon, God of temperamental thought
Apollon, Prince of disciplined action
Apollon of the way that is both light and dark
We remember You

 

O Lord of deepest ambition
We remember You
O Lord of swift motivation
We remember You
O Lord of the true example of Will made manifest
We remember You

 

Apollon, harbinger of change
Apollon, bringer of storms
Apollon who directs us in each new endeavor
We remember You

 

O Lord of what lies between
We remember You
O Lord of that which is untouchable
We remember You
O Lord of the sacred and cleanser of the profane
We remember You

 

Apollon, God of ambiguous oracles
Apollon, God of the poet’s tongue
Apollon of the arts of sound and movement
We remember You

 

O Lord of skill unequaled
We remember You
O Lord whose love is unrivaled
We remember You
O Lord who embraces fully the truth of our natures
We remember You

 

Apollon, teacher of difficult lessons
Apollon, restorer of troubled souls
Apollon who dispenses clarity in forms both desired and unwanted
We remember You

 

— Columbine, 7/14/2016

The Red Cloak

You, streaking across the wilderness

Darting between the doors of civilization

A phantom, an apparition now gone

Trailing behind You is the red cloak of sunrise

For where You have passed, night retreats

And where You have been, the sun too shall be

And when the light arrives, I will be waiting,

Waiting to catch the scarcest glimpse of You

Fading into the dawn

 

O Lord, Who is the majesty of the spaces between our natures

Of animal and human

Of predator and prey

Of survival and starvation

Of twilight and midday

Wrap me in Your blood red cloak,

That I might always feel the blood within me

Like rivers upon the landscape

 

Aegletes!

Apollon Aegletes!

O Shining God!

Welcome to these lands

Nourished upon Your Truth

Strengthened by Your perilous winds

And never to feel a moment without Your Love

Come, O Glorious One!

As the day progresses, so too shall my thoughts of You

And Your red cloak drifting downward,

Sunset settling upon my dwelling place

 

— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 1]

The House of Lions

The House is full of lions;

ferocious and cunning and sleek

They lounge in rooms of plenty,

never wanting for fresh meat

 

Their coats and manes shine, splendid,

with the allure of those untouchable

And they are not offended,

so long as you’re unreachable

 

But, step foot inside their House,

and you will know them, surely

Not unlike the timid mouse,

you’ll die, or heed this warning

 

The House is full of lions;

savage and gentle and sweet

They are My finest weapons,

and against them none shall compete

 

— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 7]

The Instrument of Apollon

I am the instrument of my Lord

His breath moves through me, and I speak the melody of His thought

In the dance, He leads, like violins leading the score

His wrist and fingers command, and from me the pure sound is wrought

Keen is Apollon in the Hunt;

bow drawn and arrow flung, as swiftly as the lightning strikes

With penned words, both soothing and blunt,

He delivers with regard only to the right

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— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 6]

His Lantern

I hold His fire, I tend His glimmering flame

He keeps me near Him, bound by love and pain

To be a lantern, delivering His light

To shine, relentless through Winter’s long nights

 

He speaks of many things, in my wafting presence

I will keep His secrets, while He tours the Heavens

And in our contemplation of the nearness of our souls

We revel in the future, which only He may know

 

Oh, how He darkly shines, a contradiction most Divine

Prince and King in one is He, ascending toward His faculty

The throne awaits Him; only knowledge will sate Him

Watching and learning, He plans, and soon will play His hand

 

And while He attends the business of Gods

I, His lantern, shall herald His cause

Through the cold, and the dark, and the fearful season

I will carry His spark, and thus shall I please Him

 

I glow with His light, for I am His lantern

He keeps me close, and vows not to abandon

The love that is ours, and the hopes that we share

For the Light of the World is beyond all compare

 

— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 2]