War Dreams
War I have sat here thinking about a lot of things, as years go by, not much else that matters, because I have reserved too much too long, no more. So ends this reign of tyranny, and begins the era of true freedom, would you know what that is. It comes in the colors of forest, azure and gold, on a canvas, with a deft hand, dark shadows not painted in, only light is trapped in the waft of the cloth. A struggle to write, these lines, as so much fights the truth that herein reveals. It is not a fight, it is not a reason, there are only two old men, debating the same old saw, land of the lawless, they live in. Now is time, to rise on the Rhine, air is to wind, the change it begins, now and for the time coming, is the undoing, as it is known to them and few others. In the center again, where the rivers meet land, and where the mountains are dark, and the sun never shines through the forest, there lies a body that shall soon be recover...