Sunday, January 21, 2007
The Battle Rages
Wrote this piece a few years ago in the midst of turmoil
Just below the surface the fury lies hidden like the dark waters of a still lake.
No one can see beneath the cool placid surface but the cauldron bubbles with seething white hot fury. It gnashes it fangs in the hungry need to rip apart anything in it's path, to destroy all that threaten to steal away the precious lock.
Should the lock be stolen, insanity will be set free thereby slashing at the belly of the beast and setting it loose to obliterate all before meeting it's own end. The raging beast knows this and so it guards the precious lock jealously till this time here is spent and peace will finally cool the heat as sweet peace settles within and the battle is done.
