The Tempest
The devil haunts the wretched rocks at Nogramost
As ghostly spectres dance upon the sand
And through the stormy straits of lonely Belechost
The sirens wail and screech their harsh command
The discordant cacophony of phantom sound
Propels the maelstrom, rising in its fury
To swallow all the steadfast, unforgiving ground
And compel the earth to its tempestuous glory
Sea swallows land, as lightning cracks its course
The water painted pitch to match the sky
The hell-rock heaving with the torrents force
Foundations seething as each wave storms by
The titans in their anger ride the feral waves
Spume chariots resplen
Courage comes to those who dare
Who travel long through fears untold
To catch themselves a maiden fair
Of hidden dangers, knights beware
And heed the counsel long foretold:
Courage comes to those who dare
They come in valour to the lair
Of Dragons, garbed in scales of gold
To catch themselves a maiden fair
Fear not what awaits you there
And let your noble heart be bold:
Courage comes to those who dare
The ghastly serpents throng the air:
They also wish, though cruel and cold
To catch themselves a maiden fair
And so below, to pass with care
The path to happiness unfolds:
Courage comes to those who dare
To catch themselves a m
Ash Wednesday
Today is the first day of Lent, and Jeannie and I have challenged ourselves to give up coffee for the next forty days. (Hopefully it will also cut down my coffee break expenses, though thats not the reason I gave Jeannie.)
Second Day of Lent
So far, so good. Considering the fact that I usually have at least two cups of coffee a day I havent yet suffered from any withdrawal symptoms. Feeling ok apart from a slight headache. Saw Jeannie in the cafeteria she looked as elegantly jovial as she always does.
Third Day of Lent
NOW Im feeling terrible I have a splitting headache and feel unreservedly
The Sniper Post
The shell-shocked troops, exhausted from the days assault
Lie spent upon the broken trench floor
Or piled down in the dugouts with the rats
And I, the lonely sentinel, watch over all
Spying on the desolation amidst the darkness
I do not sleep
But, catching my mind dwelling on the outcome
Of the fruitless, futile day thats gone before
I swiftly return my gaze to the mud pits
Stretching out around me on all sides
My rifles gaze drifts with snipers precision
Across the fields of wire and mud and blood
Towards the distant dugouts of the Boche
Another twisted, ragged line, like ours
Beyond the pockmarked
Will that be all?
Yes thank you, I only need a few things today.
Zahra paid for her shopping then left the tiny shop, running over her mothers list in her mind to make sure she had not forgotten anything. They had not had any of her favourite rose-scented incense, and so she had had to buy two bottles of vanilla and one of jasmine instead, but other than that she had been faithful to the short shopping list she had been given that morning.
Zahra and her mother lived in a tiny cottage about a mile away from the nearest village, and so every morning Zahra would find herself walking down the narrow road to the sh
Our father, who art in heaven
Wherever heaven may be
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
What has it done to me?
Give us this day our daily bread
Our starved, obedient plea
The daily, solemn ritual
Displays of humble piety
The endless chant from nameless mouths
Repeat after me:
I believe in God the father
Whoever he may be
Forgive us our trespasses
And our wavering minds
And lead us not into temptation
Or into bold defiance
Learned like Latin, note by rote
The dull repeat, time after time
Regurgitated words that try
To keep the human race in line
Whose dim echoes reverberate
Inside my hollow, borrowed mi
Over The Top
We go over the top tomorrow
Into the fields of pain
Mud up to your knees
Bloods stench on the breeze
Will I ever come back home again?
We go over the top tomorrow
The generals' say well be fine
The huns are all dead
Or asleep in their beds
Well I wont be sleeping in mine
We go over the top tomorrow
On cue; right after the mines
That we hope will explode
But you do never know
Will they even blow up this time?
We go over the top tomorrow
And were sure to be met by the guns
With a rat-a-tat-tat
Theyll knock us all flat
Theres no chance for anyone
We go over the top
A long time ago, in a place far away
A child in a meadow was busy at play
Her mother was hanging out washing nearby
When suddenly came a small voice from the sky
Hello little girl. The tiny voice called
What are you playing here all alone for?
Sat in a field so far from your home
You should be playing with friends of your own.
The girl looked around for the voice in surprise
And couldnt believe her emerald eyes
When, sitting on top of a flower by her side
She spotted a fairy, its wings open wide
Isnt it lonely playing on your own?
The fairy inquired. Come with me to my