The Fall

Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin

We cut them

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Withered & Worn

Darkness is swelling, looming,
casting shadows over me,
as a stone on the shore
is overcome by open sea,
I sit weathering storms;
like the stone – patiently
I am waiting, to brook the
deadly crashing waves,
endure the abrading
of endless tides;
withered and worn,
and grateful,
that somehow
I still abide.

Walls

We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.

The Creed

Come and share in this, my tale:
my joy, my sorrow,
my heaven, my hell.
Come and see as I have seen
and be where I have been.

Go not forth from where you sit,
or stand, or kneel, or bow, until
you hear or read, speak or bleed
this single, simple, solemn vow:

I have known nothing until now.