Rage

Rage thee on then, ye fists of Rage,
And strike down the temporance of the Day.

By thy might and strength in thine sword and rage,
Swiftly and surely defend the Day.

Cry, oh, cry out, ye daughters of the Night,
Mother of the deepened dream.

Eternally, eternally, shall the Night of Life be,
And so short the Summer and Spring.

Cry havoc and scream in Rage at the forces of falling snow.
Though all will fall, it will be done in silence.

Rise up in Rage and whisper to Winter,
Blow out the fading flame as Night remains the winner.

Falling flakes as thick as fog,
Hear Life’s war cry from never so far away.

Fierce and of fire though they be, so bright,
Even then as one awake, all must sleep at Night.

Rage, rage, oh sons of light, and see the coming snow,
She is gentle and soft-spoken and will tell you all she knows.

Her song then soothes the storm of self,
And destroys your worth of wealth.

The Rage Light feels when it falls asleep,
Is the power that Night wishes to keep.



Poetry by Bonehead83
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Written on 2022-12-24 at 04:10

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