A lone knight slowly trudges across the snow-covered land
Shooting pain raced down his left arm, for nothing went as planned
Blood poured from a large gash on his leg that had expanded
Winning yet broken, he wished for a death that had felt grand
Approaching his stronghold, choking thick black smoke filled the air
Dancing across the Barbican were wild red orange flares
Realizing they marched not to war, but into a snare
Quickening his pace for there was not a moment to spare
Arriving to find nothing but death inside the fort’s walls
Wine colored land told of the violent fight for the fall
Fighting back tears, he wore each slain’s memory as a shawl
Vowing before God he will avenge the deaths of them all
Crashing loud noise informed the knight that he was not alone
Pushing aside the pain, he moved swiftly from stone to stone
Seeing his foe, drawing his sword, he soon would stand alone
Praying, he charged for the enemy’s woven fate was sewn
This blinding light and radiance
Filling my burdened soul
This incessant, life giving stream
Rejuvenating my parched lips
This splendid, glorious love
Restoring my broken heart
Leaves me victorious and whole.
Never will i be alone again
Never helpless or defeated
For my entire world and family
I realised, resided in just One.
I stand in awe and wonder
In the midst of His handiwork.
Majestic are the high tides,
Roaring waves and gushing winds,
Giant mountains and deep valleys
But i found Him in the silence
Through the slight breeze,
A gentle, soothing whisper.
That's the sound of love.
The sound of my Beloved,
Caressing my soul and body
Assuring me that i was enough
That no matter what may come
I could take cover in His arms.
I am nothing but a child now
Cradled and loved by my Maker
Forever safe, forever at peace
For He is my refuge and my strength
My stronghold and my fortress
My beginning and my end
My Lord and my God.
Mind is, but a battlefield
A constant war to win or to lose.
It robbed you of your contentment
Ne'er grant you with good night
I’ve been there so, I know…!
What’s your stronghold?
Sometime I pray to be an overcomer
Sometime I give in to it.
Knowing, it set me apart from my near ones.
Sometime I ponder on things which steal my joy
Sometime I perceive an ungodly thoughts that do no good.
A mere harm I go through.
Alas, I brawl through stronghold
unfastened the rope of imprisonment.
Renewed melancholy persona into generous optimist!
What’s your stronghold?
Mind is, but unreliable next – world!
Restless wanderer, drop you to the pool of grieve.
If you don’t grasp the stronghold of your mind, peace dies
relationship dissolve just like a melting ice.
Energies the lies and limit the good.
run from stronghold of your mind
Habituate it; activate it to hold on to what is best!
Then no matter the strong holds …you win!!
Isolated corners all in sound symmetry
such perfection, a creation to contemplate
the science among science, absolute chemistry
nature at its impetus, ushers to initiate
In accordance with implied social dissonance
the law states balance within its inherent course
as bars of gold shimmering on such elegance
kept and hidden down below to the very source
The intermittence of a fraction can collapse a whole
like gulls predicting low clouds, squalls of driving rain
a calamity to the inexorable
the inevitable, Earth's worst tormenting bane
Containing equilibrium's an arduous task
a significant factor man must not neglect
free will's an obligation, with no questions asked
at someone's beck and call, a stronghold to protect
Air grows dense through the northern sky
Every critter away from here will run swim or fly
The air starts to smell like something once here would die
All the evil in the world this place would suddenly personify
Lighting strikes the heaven
There is more fury than during Armageddon
Lightning grows closer time between it and thunder starts at eleven
Than seven, three, one as approaches the dark baron
He throws lightning and thunder at me
As all around me flee
Can one change once destiny
In order to do that I must control destiny of one that controls destiny
The battle is a stalemate after devil arrived
I fought him and survived
But there is difference between survived
And thrived
But is there more to this world
Or does everything revolve around lies and sword
If there is heaven there is also underworld
And that is from where came the dark lord
As I look towards the northern sky I search my soul and my bloodline
Is there in there something divine?
No but this is not end of the line
By balance of judgment devil will be mine
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