OF MY SOUL
your stare be fixed and true?)
time to vow what must be done, or not,
t 'is a time when all men are cowards.
oath will suffice, or battle to be fought,
the thunder of this tempest.
days, when trees whisper between themselves
the days when we were less experienced,
expectation a less formidable foe,
a question of valiance, more of innocence.
at these crossroads, paths all around,
your heart is measured by the next step.
you drop to your knees asking mercy
will your stare become fixed and true?
has begun, the insurrection of my soul,
war between the demons and the gods
control of love, or insanity,
emotion strikes out at reason.
days decide what we've become, or not,
a certain finality appears in character
will not easily yield to argument.
time of honor, or, perhaps, retreat.
conviction may defeat compromise.
prison walls hold the power of this force
your heart pounds, muscle tense in rhythm.
captainís wheel or rudder steers the course.
sail in the darkness of unending light
a glory that knows no fame,
found a paradise so lost.
entire sky filled with participants.
we, unquestioningly, or not,
to press against all hopelessness.
drummer of an unfaithful army
war against the most invincible foe.
the vow for resolution of death,
shake of the head, a slip of the noose,
at the gallows plank
life cast to insignificance.
face to face, and hand to hand, or not,
riot of the demons has begun.
swords are drawn, the die is cast.
gods may be angry, or not.
This one for the annals.
~~~ by Michael Chaussee