I stand here! and go no further!

"rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquished number-
Shake your chains to earth like dew
for ye are many and they are few" P. B Shelley

Brick after blood soaked brick,
Line after gnarled racked line;
I will make this world my own.
I stand upon this wind-swept beach,
My skin chiselled and spat ruddy;
Scathed by time, wind and salt.
My mottled hair is weathered wiry,
My glistening eyes are very wide;
Taught hard, by the gods of the sea.
Upon this heavy heartfelt reflection,
I see myself, a soldier-incarnate;
Born for the taste of a bitter war.
So its here...with my red wet sword,
I scrape a long deep scar-line,
Upon this wild and writhing shore.
To boldly shout out my proclamation!

How I hear death's vengeful scream,
And see its claw-like monstrous wings;
Gleaming with the sheen of wet leather.
But oh, how heartily I earnestly laugh,
At the feel of the drawing of its clasp;
and the cracking crunch of its feathers.
For in the hideous unrelenting iced hiss,
Of its truly terrible sour midnight kiss;
I mock and slice Its cold three lobed eye.
And while it screams with blistering rage,
I will hold-fast to face this foul beast;
with bold defiance I take my place to stand.
proclaiming to every single child and man,
With phlegm flying in arcs from my mouth;
I bellow forth these blood fuelled words:
I stand here! and go no further!

c-ADD 2012.