Hailstones ricochet off a steel cellar door
As storm clouds charge like winged hussars
Across the raging sky.
I’m sheltering somewhere far from Kansas,
Memorizing my witness protection profile
And getting acquainted with the honesty of solitude.
I’m contemplating the mystery of consciousness
While ruminating the passage of time.
I explore the big empty, every nerve cell inert.
If I had any feelings, they’d only be hurt.
Happy people piss me off
By flaunting what I haven’t got.
All my truth can be explained
By every teardrop ever rained
While sitting in the witness box.
Now, I’m a mystery contained within a riddle.
It’s the melancholy garlic of a saffron affair.
And if I come off hard around the edges,
It doesn’t mean I testified in vain.
He that trod upon subservient Europe
with the imperial guards' fighting prowess,
did himself and his heartthrob the empress,
entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup.
He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains,
and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands,
sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight.
He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains,
and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished lands.
But was banished for good from France's sight
after a stunning loss on Belgium's plains.
The Lady-in-Waiting's Tale
There's nothing matters, girl, beyond The Ring!
Are you betrothed yet? Me, I'm six months in.
Hussars are handsome. Want to know the truth?
A tale of passion, sex, idealistic youth
and parents crippled by stiff protocol.
The girl? I hardly dealt with her at all,
some minor baroness (Hungarian blood).
At Mayerling, in the Vienna Woods
is where they did it. Yes, I've seen them dance
together. The mazurka! One brief glance
that flits between two lovers tells the world.
His wife was one thing - but he loved that girl!
The night before, there was an argument
between him and the Emperor. He spent
his final night with her at Mayerling.
Oh, how romantic! Since their heady fling
was doomed - they couldn't be together now,
and wouldn't be apart - they took a vow
to end their lives. Poor things. Look over there.
That captain. Is he looking, girl? Don't stare!
It is a warm lovely lazy summer day
Suddenly cool breeze offers relive from the heat
Soul grows as one looks at magical sunset
Following a flock of geese with his eyes
Wind blows through poplars and oaks
They roar and creak singing old ballads
The ones about ancient kings
About Vikings, Templars and Hussars riding that very wind
They say everything is dust in the wind
Maybe accept the very wind
The wind signifies change
And knows meaning of life
Meaning of life in philosophy not bound by continuity
And in that lies its majesty
This is the wind I would like to blow through sails of my destiny
Leading me to last fundamental place filled with beauty
In the east samurai opens the cave of elements of which there are four
In the South American wilderness emeralds beautify temple floor
Above this temple stone winds soar
Lost pyramid in Africa welcomes a monk that arrives on African shore
The spirit moves like wind blowing near
Its echoes in mountain temple of Crete one can hear
The black Madonna’s picture in church temple since days of hussars they revere
The great sixth temple is on the frontier
The sixth temple brims with majesty
It is surreally beautiful to those it manage to see
Beyond all cosmic light of destiny
It stone altar holds edge of philosophy
Seventh temple is in parts unknown
It might be build of wood, metal, heart, or stone
Only by great mage way to it can be shown
Where divine itself sits on the throne
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.
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