ARCHETYPAL
The hunter father transgresses;
The mother suffers unjustly;
The child is taken.
What was wonderful, vanishes.
The light disappears, no one knows where.
Roads, veils and mirrors –
The mechanics of universal dance,
The momentous, minuscule choice.
The bright, eternal child brought low,
Brought back to the wrist of the falconer,
Brought back to rule in glory,
Brought back to catch the uncatchable.
And all the time
It is she that saves the day,
Who bestows and restores balance,
Who names, who summons, who moves
Like a moon through darkness
Sorrowful and joyful and blissfully full.
And the child, neither here nor there,
Neither this nor that,
Tricked by innocence
To reveal the weakness,
To discover an impossible death,
To wait endlessly in the wings
For the lines of the last act,
The resolution.
I ask to know the truth
So that there may be understanding of power.
That the maps are unfolded
And the well-trod, invisible roads revealed.
Because we are free only to follow the well-worn ways,
Because there is only one plot and one story
From the beginning.
Because, tried and tested are the grey chains.
Because, tried and tested is the only freedom.
The rules of falling, and of redemption.
—
simonhlilly 
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