Arkanjel

Light-catchers flutter, soaking Sun and it’s rays.
Drinking Light, clean and bright, offered during the days

How many times did I play on the ice?
Robby and me and Marky made three.
How many times did the river entice…
the boys on a typical day?

High priests of spirits, stars and stone, yet truth is no where found.
Shake my foundations to the bone. Oh send Your stable ground.