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Panacea's Magic - Parts I To Ii
I. In Oropos, a lone warrior rode On horseback in search of a place to rest. He had been on a long and weary quest, So, he pulled on the reins and his horse slowed. Up in the trees, the afternoon sun showed Two doves huddled together in their nest. He stopped his horse, and thought it would be best To reach into his pouches to unload. He walked to the center of the woodland, And kept watching the doves in their repose. He found some shade and stopped, just as he planned— As the doves took flight, he picked up a rose. He ate berries from a bush with his hand, And then prepared a spot where he might doze. II. Through the thick leaves, Cupid's arrow did fly, Dropping the strong warrior on his back. And with no warning sign of the attack, The wounded warrior let out a cry. The very source of every lover’s sigh Had now made his vision a world of black. The arrow in his armor left a crack Over his heart from the archer so sly. The doves that were circling overhead Softly landed near his fallen torso. In the warrior’s current state of dread, He yelled for help with his physical woe. As more of his blood continued to shed, He heard the distant screeching of a crow. © 2021
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