Battle Cries

The urge to surge the words to flow as a stream in Arreau thrashing partially submerged rocks reverberating a melodious song waiting to be heard from a blank sheet of paper magnanimous would it be when angels come down to listen if like the giants my rhymes could shake the earth and part the skies as though from the pages of Iliad turmoil of the minds creating chaos in a heart if expressions can make a fire it would be dragons breathe Fear not, mystery of oblivion has not yet lost as the battle cries never came to thought