My peace shatteredMy sanctuary defiledMy fortress breachedNo place of respiteNo haven of safetyNo shrine of solaceA house but no homeA fuel with no fireA life lacking purpose
The Sub
Lurking in the deepSailing through enemy watersDestroyers sailing aboveEvery movement or sound a chance of discoverySurely they know, surely they’ll find it!The sub sneaks through, undetectedUntil next time
Surrounded
Tension rising, pressure building Battle looming, breathing struggling Armour dented, helmet cracked Sword chipped, shield busted Alone surrounded, soul wounded Foes taunting, vultures circling
The Climb
Climbing the valley wall I push through the miasma Climbing higher the wind tries to tear me off I reach for the next hold Climbing further the rain makes the rocks slippery I grip tighter Climbing on the lightening blasts the rocks from my hand I push on Above the storm it’s still dark No…
Tomorrow’s Glory
Night has come again I Survived another day Perhaps tomorrow A chance for glory And the Valkyries will call me home
Elegy to Jazz
Empty crate empty bowl Empty place empty heart All that’s left is your hair To cherish your memory in my chair
Lost
Where does the Warrior go?