Roman Holidays, Broken Arrows, Eagle Wings, Snake Eaters, and Jello on the side

Draw the sabre, prepare for war.
I will not stand down, not until
The last drop is long since spent.

Fires stoke, blades glisten.
Sounds of marching can be heard
From the hills afar, and the grounds
Below. Into hades and beyond.

You saw fit to leave me for dead,
Now I return with double the strength.
Fear my coming as surely as you fear
The end of the world. I’ll not yield.

For surely the battle will never end.
Not while I draw breath, shall I ever.
There is nothing to be had in this, save
      victory or death!

—June, 2010.