Priestess

O you know the magic
words to lay me low
in your unchecked depths
of irrational rationality

Human only half, Horus the other:
In one hand I carry an olive branch,
in the other hand, fitful flighty war.

If we can`t be peaceful as two eagles
flying apart, what is the hope
for the rest?

Let us strike a deal,
O grim Priestess,
to make the dark angel
shudder in woe.