Metal Monday XXI - Aeons Of Valor

7/11/2016

At the top of the hill, a legion of the unknown gathers
We stare into each others souls with malicious intent
All on the line, we charge

As it rages, seeming unlikely to cease
They all clash, knowing their fates

Arcane waves of energy flow through the air
Steel dips itself in blood
Here they all shall die with honour

The landscape now painted crimson
The sanguine liquid caressing the ground
No sign of sheathing, it rages on

Dusk approaches, limbs now ache
Death yearning to embrace our souls
Sons of the earth wage in a battle for the honour of ancients

The gods look down on us and smile with satisfaction
Songs will be sung around embers
Whispers in the night will accompany our feats

Moon light comforting our trek away from home
Stories told of all odysseys in the wake of victory

For it shall be told
Here, in faraway lands
Blood was split
Fight with honour, they said
Die with dignity

Fate approaches blindly
Bound by blood
Through the endless night
They send us off
To meet our gods.

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)