Morals

On mountains peak, overlooking a forest fire,

How the flames dance, giving birth with destruction.

The first spark providing just enough,

Thought birthed from the sun as high priest and the moon as midwife.

The Hierophant goes through trials for no ones benefit not even his own,

Invited into the temple over the rainbow, favors exchanged,

While in ascendance don’t lose sight of initial aim.

Being led by the hand across a checkerboard floor

 

 

 

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