High Priestess is guiding through darkness,
While twilight is veiling its mist.
A hazy lantern of hers sharpens
The shadows of warriors' fists.
Forgotten by aeons of silence,
They guard their treasure untouched.
Forlorn in oblivion, mindless,
It lies under snow insomuch.
Yet they step aside as she enters,
And kissing the hem of her dress,
Her fingers, as light as white feathers,
Set free from the curse with caress.
High Priestess is guiding through darkness
© Copyright: Василий Монахов, 2017
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