Chariot

Hear the mighty thundering of the chariots of war, wheels aflame with hate and the rush of heated blood... Go to ground ye gnashing hounds, bare thy teeth at another, for I'll smite thee with a fist of steel that burns like the light of day...

As dust beneath the hooves of my warhorse, it’s magnificent wings spread to ride the wind, I soar above this earthly plane, a cadence of wild laughter echoing across the tortured sky... dust and wind and the bright burning sun, these things are real, all else is but a dream...

I shall tear thee from thy dream, awaken thee with kisses of fire that sear thy very soul. Ye shall beg to be bound, cry out to be taken and stripped and whipped ‘til languid with it thy flesh shall surrender to me with the exquisite soundings of a plucked harp string...