The Winds of Evil

The winds of evil whip and scream
through history’s varied halls
and we who seek grand future’s dream
within our padded walls
can find no time to stand and cock
an ear for warnings sent,
or turn the key and help unlock
the safe labelled ‘intent’.

We can preach and smite with tongue
the fools and fans of war
but cutting words won’t leave them stung
as we have learned before.
Evil is a circle growing
an ever bending track;
even in defeat, its going
will be it’s coming back.

Summer days are for the young
but we can not ignore,
that summer waits till spring is sprung
from winter heretofore.
Pass on the trembling sentries’ skills
to new and steady hands
and watch for new smoke in the hills;
take care the shifting sands.