To Weather the Storm

Caughtin the maelstrom of twisted confusion,

Ficklechameleon dancing to dirges of

Lonelylost causes, so long forgotten,

Misbegottenpaltry plans.

 

Tightlyattuned to the vast range of changes

Allmuddled and muddied by dark empty urges,

Hidingin corners, alone and ashamed,

Unableto think, unwilling to stand.

 

Toolong the victim.

Yes, far too long to

Writhein these shadows while Satan cajoles and

Controlsevery nuance, first to last,

Asquivering fools suffer under his hand.

 

Nowis the time and here is the station where

Heroesstand tall and courage unfolds

Likean unfurling flag defying the wind to

Inspirethe spirit, boasting command.

 

Shieldingthe precious, the cherished from harm,

Findingsafe harbor to weather the storm.