Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Slow Working Ice

Storm the castle with flame in your heart
So as to take fast that counterpart of
Man, made whole in form, but half spun in part
By the counsels of ice and cold above
That stole from him his faith, hope, and love. Cart
Your army by the prosperous winds, move
Quickly with stealth; for ice detects speed
And hastens the fall of a man in his groove,
Of a man without a thought for the need
Of his purpose, a man who has a reed
In place of scepter. Do not become he
You do seek to dethrone before you come
To the gates, for his wrath is like a sea
That surrounds the walls; you will be undone.

                      Slow Working Ice, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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