Monthly Archives: September 2014
The Norwind’s forces sally forth Against the Southwind’s weapontake, Whose sweltring gales are marching north; Their footfall whipping up the lake. The darkling clouds of icy ire, Undaunted, never fail nor falter ‘gainst red and glaring clouds of fire Escaped from Vulcan’s smithy-altar. Then billows bellow brute and free O’er heath and moors and shadow-meres And thunder roars above the sea As warriors clash and splinter spears. Thus angry battle rages ever While troubled skies must bear the whirl Of wrathful winds in warlike weather, Who lightning at each other hurl.
At least I’m honest staring in cold reality’s face; brutal, lip-biting reality; the senseless revolutions in space and time (I’m still biting my lip) how absurd, the question of why? will never be answered; cannot be answered! (I assure myself) Those deluded, senseless, irrational creatures — (even language betrays me) happy in their stupidity; Blessed are the stupid. Continue reading