Stalingrad I

As gods go forth to set the world a fire ‘tis ego that consumes the despot mind. While domination seeks its epic spire, the raging wars from east to west align. ‘Tis mere despite that veils a wailing world then amplifies to civil disarray. And bigotry is once again unfurled to righteously profess to seek its prey. But predators may underestimate the fight within the quarry that they seek, for despot greed knows not what may await when dominance and desperation meet. As hubris seeks the prize that bides before, the consequence shall greet them at the door, The consequence shall greet them at the door when variance instills his sordid plan. ‘Twas but a tryst to simply underscore the power that a despot has at hand. For sheer conceit determined such a ploy, ‘twas but a deed that narcissism swayed. Such rationale was plotted to destroy the moniker of one he had betrayed. But power is an all-consuming beast that swells within the narcissistic mind. Its relishes a stigmatizing feast then denigrates the bones it leaves behind. A despot mind seeks not a moral spire for dominance is what they so desire. For dominance is what they so desire when insolence seeks solely to achieve. Immortal reign the despot will aspire, and all the while with purpose to deceive. A trident leg set forth upon a course to seize reserves of crude Caucasia oil. ‘Twas but a jaunt to press his mighty force to reap the spoils and ravage Russin soil. Though in a twist a namesake caught the eye of despot greed intent to render shame - and arrogance refused to pass it by… the deadly sin of envy fanned the flame. As despot lust craves all that bides before, the satisfaction comes through means of war. The satisfaction comes through means of war. as Stalingrad becomes the envied star. His Wehrmacht lead had veered his storming corps to raze the alter of a specious Czar. ‘Twould be a notch to seize the river port and satiate a diabolic pride. ‘Twould be a rout his corps could take in sport; an accolade that will not be denied. But rarely does a battle’s course align with any plan defined as guaranteed, for certainty may falter in design when cornered prey refuses to concede. As arrogance vows victory in jest, oh Stalingrad, prepare to face the test. Oh Stalingrad, prepare to face the test of Armageddon knocking at your door. All rise in arms to front the hostile guest with all the fight your city can implore. All fisted hands must strike against the rage, for only strength can stand the coming tide. ‘Tis all for one, let ev’ry breath engage as obstinance and hell on earth collide. But flesh and bone concede to iron and steel when cannons spark to still the dauntless heart. A swift barrage may force the mind to reel and let the waves of confidence depart. As despotism plans its summer feast let fortitude confront the raging beast.