Gearing Up (Battle Armour)...

Winter's Solstice,

what do you most miss;

in a Childhood,

gone all too soon,

to the Stark Realities

of Forlorn Youth,

Ravages of  Time,

Savages on the Seven Line

 crossing from DisCivilization

to the HinterLand

where Beasts of Color still roam

and the aromas alone

will transport you there;

changing Countries,

even Hemispheres

by the smells in the Air;

Cumin, Paprika, Curry Powder

as the Music changes also

but the Beat,

always the same,

Rhythmic, Feral,

 not the sterile mayonnaise
of this Misbegotten Age...

 

Rage for but a moment

at this stage

perhaps best to lie Dormant

and watch the Maddening Crowd,

the Apathetic Herd,

whilst I turn my PlowShares

into sharp Swords;

the Army of the Lord

will have need of such...

Dec. 25, 2015