The White Raven once guided herd,
To fields for grazing,
Again flies, instead; hunts evil,
The herd – now White Wolves –
Stalking their prey in pale moonlight.
In the fog of war,
False ones felt power; hunt they did.
Yearning for the fight,
Long they had sought; the one who hid.
Clouds conceal his flight.
Scan and see, feuer frei!
In darkness peered demonic power.
Dive and dodge; his sky,
A new barrage launched each hour.
Fly Kvitravn – fly!
Random Poetry & Prose; the good, the bad and the wtf
How; mercy given,
Quarter offered, can be taken?
Missing admission,
A guilt known yet never spoken?
None then forgiven,
Yet still standing, will; unbroken.
War of attrition,
Sit we here - frozen.
Quarter offered, can be taken?
Missing admission,
A guilt known yet never spoken?
None then forgiven,
Yet still standing, will; unbroken.
War of attrition,
Sit we here - frozen.
Come on, you should know. Of course I dare mock you.
Who are truly lost?
Those who rely upon a guide.
They cannot seek paths,
And a guide only knows his own.
Stagnant then, are these,
Unable to find new ways forward.
Worse still; to hide Truth,
To prevent new seekers finding.
A tribe with a guide?
Truly, these are a lost people.
A tribe of seekers?
Indeed, these are a free people.
Never again lost,
Learning from past, seeking forward.
He who is a seeker of Truth,
Will not ever fail.
Even when he finds nothing there,
He has succeeded.
For if truthfully finds nothing,
Then Truth has been found.
So always he wins,
It matters not where he may tread.
Those who rely upon a guide.
They cannot seek paths,
And a guide only knows his own.
Stagnant then, are these,
Unable to find new ways forward.
Worse still; to hide Truth,
To prevent new seekers finding.
A tribe with a guide?
Truly, these are a lost people.
A tribe of seekers?
Indeed, these are a free people.
Never again lost,
Learning from past, seeking forward.
He who is a seeker of Truth,
Will not ever fail.
Even when he finds nothing there,
He has succeeded.
For if truthfully finds nothing,
Then Truth has been found.
So always he wins,
It matters not where he may tread.
Come on, you should know. Of course I dare mock you.
Bubble bubble, toil and trouble,
Cream to rise? Ha! Nay.
Floating foam; a rafted fumble,
Scum disposal, yay!
Come forth, step through, pass no mumble,
Mirrored red, or realm?
Grasp and claw, no king will tumble,
An even keel, sure.
Cream to rise? Ha! Nay.
Floating foam; a rafted fumble,
Scum disposal, yay!
Come forth, step through, pass no mumble,
Mirrored red, or realm?
Grasp and claw, no king will tumble,
An even keel, sure.
Come on, you should know. Of course I dare mock you.
