I scribble in the margins hoping to recall the key and suffer through the dark of night praying God remembers me. The days are mashed together and the weeks just fly on passed our sight, we give way to hope and plunder and resist with all our might, the fright that would have us surrender and the fear that wanders in. Don’t reach your destination before the prayerful pile in. The times they are such pleasure and the gifts just never end we were further toward surrender and soon became to mend, in friends and Brothers found we the courage to go on a song so often whispered kept us awake before the dawn. we sought the master’s pleasure while we struggled for the gold some found its way to memory but much of it we hold. incarcerated nightmares and dreams so loosely kept we looked upon the damsel and in her capture we all wept. The day had come so poorly and the weight of night soon fell we sat in abject disbelief of the stories he would tell. Standing on the top step we viewed the world below safe among the fires and freezing in the snow.

Where to my Captain send me to some foreign forgotten sea, to round up all the heroes to see what we shall be and the forest soon forgotten the mountain gently slept in the tunnels that we ventured our booty must be kept. Alas the time’s upon us we must run to foreign shores to fight so hard for freedom and hope for ending all the wars. There is no place for reason and fools have all been filled the master and his charge were so early caught and killed. We raged a war of anger and the fury in our hearts no one is spared the danger when the berserker Spirit starts. They suffered in their wisdom as their courage soon ran dry I had forgotten all my laughter and lost the will to cry. in the depths of my dissemble my truth had run its course it married the knight within me but this warrior found divorce We fell for lack of reason and answers soon were gone in the red of this grand morning we found the strength to sally on.

Rising two days later we piled up the dead our minds too slow to handle the lies that we’d been fed. The watershed was broken our cistern had run dry we forgot our hunger right off on our thirst we could rely. The passion of dark moments the fill of light’s warm hand in the shadows we rebuked them all the powers we misunderstand. They stood so firmly against us we buckled and we bent we’d forgotten our first promise and what allegiance meant. in this rebirth we found freedom from the men we had become, the churning guilt and bile we washed it down with rum. For a man can live two life times within this unholy shell if he can forget the sins been done him stomach’s turning from the smell. We all are everlasting together or apart, in weeping and the gnashing the rest shall play their part. For fortune has no favorites only God may bless a man, we had become the dogs of thunder stricken from His plan. In our conquest we found some measure of what a man may be but the agony and wonder would be the death of me.