Poemander

Give me my bow and three arrows,

Put them by my side when I die.

Don't dress me in suite, don't read sermons,

Need not I confess or comply.

I'll walk past the lines of the prayers,

Nocking my arrow in gate.

I won't throw a glimpse at betrayers,

Shoot first in the wind to hit fate.

Loosed second, transfixing the darkness,

Strikes wakeless with thundering bolt.

Know well, I arrived, but didn't come artless,

By forging the dreams to behold.

The upshot shall fly through the passage,

It'll break through the veils of time.

Send forth my piercing embassage,

Fiery heartfelt, blue valentine.