In A Time Of Honour

As the leaved turn to rust in the crimson decay of autumn

After the summer rot the chill starts to set in

The storms start to brew and the rolling thunder in the distance echos through my soul...

These times I feel at peace and at one with all

Away from the insects, worms and societal sheep

Alone and lost in time

The night falls and the sound of the rain mesmerizes my being

I close my eyes and get taken back into another era

The fire burns through the night and as the sun rises

I awaken to the sounds of battle

The ravens circle the fallen

The dead cannot be mourned

As the blood is still slowing

The stench of death intoxicates my nostrils

Steel against steel in a time of honour

This is where my heart belongs

This is where I want to be.