The darkness rouses and sighs
As the harbingers of dawn
Sing
Like witches about a cauldron
Working spells of mystery and unity
Connecting the disparate melodies of this world
They would have me believe
Outside my window they orchestrate hope
Yet the axe sings also
Shaking off cobwebs
Lying in wait in the shoebox of my life
It’s edge glinting
Sharpened by unimaginable steel pain
Flaming sparks ascending the heavens
Taking their place as burning novas
In the firmament
A song of blood and revenge
Always screaming it’s rage
Pleading for my soft caress
Upon it’s oaken shaft
’Let us leap upon this stage my Brother!
Let us together sing Mar’s martial hymns of death“
Beseeching voices
And the gentle flap of compelling wings
echo hollow against the disintegrating Darkness
Lulling me
Telling me to abandon passion
“Look beyond yourself
To the eternal“
The Axe sings it’s song
Touching
That which is only I
Resistance is futile
It’s melody too strong
It’s rhythm in time to my burning heart
I grasp its oaken body
And flashes of power and rage
Vibrate down to my soul
“There is only us my Brother
You have no part of them
Let us go forth
And sing our song“
The axe screams a song
Only I can hear
The world trembles
And I…
Weep…