Warrior

An eternal war rages in his heart.

Oft ignored as it tears life apart.

No longer will he avert his eyes.

No more will he linger in the comfort 

Of the cowardice cowering inside.

'The Devourer feeds on fear and doubt;

I shall starve him.'

The warrior dons his armour, 

Brandishes his blade,

To shine like a brazen beacon.

Watch the Enemy fade, 

As he strides beneath the sun 

To spark with hope and ignite

A conviction with which to vanquish.

Tempered steel finds grim delight.

Asleep

How much of you is habit?

Grooves worn smooth and deep.

How snugly they fit your comforts,

To put your dreams to sleep.

The Lines

No one truly knows you.

You're an estimate in other minds.

In the aggregate we seek understanding.

Common ground outside the lines.

Sower

Survey your fertile field.

Pay attention what is sown.

Lest poison tendrils thrive

To reach up to your throne.

They only need the slightest

Weakness to exploit.

Vigilant is the sower;

Present and adroit.

Selneen

With whispered breath, they speak her name.

The air will shift in her domain.

Beyond the veil, of blackened night,

Her visage stirs in pale starlight.

Her spirit glides, with flowing grace.

The Starlit Dame reveals her face.

With Onyx eyes, both deep and wise,

She peers through all the cunning lies.

The wicked sneak, to pass unseen,

Beneath the gaze of fair Selneen.

The Call

Oh my dear fellow, what a ghastly idea.

You mean to pursue a political career?

Yes, I hear your good intentions.

They're easy to declare.

But you're entering a nest of vipers

With wet ears and tidy hair.

I'm sure it's a grand design, 

But it's still an ivory tower.

Do you believe the elephants will consent

And vote you into power?

Of course you do. What was I thinking?

Hubristic delusion conquers all.

You must excuse me, I'm suddenly quite ill.

I do regret answering this call.

The Hounds

From eastern mount to western shore,

Watch them run - the dogs of war.

Across the desert. 

Across the plain.

Driven by hunger. 

Driven by pain.

In hollow eyes their flames are lit.

Like candlelight in the darkest pit.

Feed them with flesh.

Feed them with fear.

No matter the distance, 

They always draw near.

Wail at the horror.

Howl at the moon. 

The hounds are unleashed.

Death will come soon. 

Shimmer

Why hide in the shadows?

Oh sweet son of mine.

Why bury in the dirt

That which was made to shine?

Do you not feel the tremor of my passing

As it reverberates through life ever-lasting?

Can you not glean from those glimmers of glory

That your life can shimmer like a story?

With scenes that are never just an act.

Where truth digs much deeper than fact.