Poison & the Sword of Peace

Better the strike and bite of a venomous snake
Than the break of dæmonic poison in the heart;
For the one may kill; the other steal the soul.

I love you too much
To let this happen to you,
You, my love so true.

Bid not yourself to wraiths; be rid of the poison;
You have been chosen for more than a raging boar,
Set upon engaging creation in foolish destruction.

I appeal to you,
Repeal the agreement made
With hate to abate.

Raging war is fought, gauging the strength of heart;
Your part is seize the sword of peace and now start
To fight the plight of poison that blights humanity.


Plough Through the Night

Dedicated with love and appreciation to Tati and Tony of Unbolt and Crumble Cult , two of my magnificent inspirations.

Night comes with fright now and sweat on my brow
As I plough thru the starkness of thick darkness;
Fear grips my mind and in like kind my heart, too!
And I cannot allow myself sleep, to descend into
An unimaginable keep of dangerous dæmonic horde
To lord over my very soul, and so to make me drink
From bowl of victims deep in the layers of Sheol;
So I lie awake for sake of my heart, playing part
Of an unending battle ‘gainst the Watchers terrible,
But this is unbearable, and eventually I succumb
To dangerous slumber for dæmons to plunder and
Rip me asunder under moonlight fair and bright
That sheds her light, my plight fully known to her,
And it is in her sight I find they cannot bind me,
For she fights my soul to save as she staves off
Such demanding band of wraiths as sand of time
Passes thru hourglass till morning cock-crow
When begins again the show of life-way on another
Day as I arise again to say, “Good morning to you!”