No pyres no fires and no dreamscape rituals chanted in the low light of mimicked parlors shadowed in darkness. What travesty Trieste? We may not dawdle with the gloomy realists of yesteryear. No broken slurs against the Sovereign. No slithering dames found hapless in mid night. No proud offerings or consideration for legacy and fame. Let God foretell the covenant peoples. Leaving judgment to the right and remembering our place beneath His vision and repair.

For victory challenges the failed dreams of those hiding in the mountain. Sequester in hope of ruin. Laying wait for the innocent and the weary. Neither show us your contempt for all that breathes its light may be covered in soot or snuffed out as the candles of your calling. The choked cough of silent reeling. Promenade peradventure praying some notice by forgotten queen or parlay before Emperor’s ruling. No bells chiming in the clarity of cold kept vales of cloistered reason.

Fall and fail the trying rail against wisdom’s wall. Bring down the march toward oblivion. Joining hands in waiting watch of fire’s fashion. Counseled to stand against thirst and hunger instead of buffet’s bounty. They herald warns of coming wrath. And hath freed the dogs of wars whisper. As proud men seek handfuls of hair and fury. We watched as all care and compassion stepped away from the frenzied feast. Found equal and aligned with night’s perch.

Shoring up the falling is not the same as repairing or healing the broken. America needs both knees replaced that we may kneel humbly before the Creator and stand resistant against the Dark in Courage. Gone are the days and elements of excuse. Into the night in flight or repentant promise of light scamper we. Found only cautious in our word and mindful of deed. We hope to some day stand together in the eternal warmth of God’s transcendent promise.