The Calling
I , the undersigned , awake shaken, shivering
strangling in a web of my own making
How far can I bend without breaking?
The Gods, displeased, want sacrifice
With knife I cut , my fears, my vices
They call , “Have you lost your wits? Do you not read the obits?
and while you sit crying, the Old World is dying,
and only tears are multiplying. So
You will get up from the ground
and dance again till you fall down.
They’ll stomp their feet and clap their hands,
and rouse the blood within this land..”
Water Earth Air and Fire
boots and blood, and hair of briars
“you have got to circumvent, prevent this,
as panderers of filth assault your senses.
Skeins of lies and vanity
Hold fast the reins of sanity!
This you will do”, my Ancient Father said.
“I’m still your guide, you’re still my girl.
In this you will not fail.
In this you must prevail.
You know, you need not ask, you have no choice,
it is your task…
and you will get up from the ground
and dance again ’till you fall down
they stamp their feet and clap their hands
and rouse the blood within the land …”
Water Earth Air and Fire
boots and blood, and hair of briars
The Spoils of War 