The Isna Triad: Hike

The Isna Triad: Hike

A Poem by Catala
"

the 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
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Catala
Catala

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