To Weather the Storm

Caught in the maelstrom of twisted confusion,

Fickle chameleon dancing to dirges of

Lonely lost causes, so long forgotten,

Misbegotten paltry plans.

 

Tightly attuned to the vast range of changes

All muddled and muddied by dark empty urges,

Hiding in corners, alone and ashamed,

Unable to think, unwilling to stand.

 

Too long the victim.

Yes, far too long to

Writhe in these shadows while Satan cajoles and

Controls every nuance, first to last,

As quivering fools suffer under his hand.

 

Now is the time and here is the station where

Heroes stand tall and courage unfolds

Like an unfurling flag defying the wind to

Inspire the spirit, boasting command.

 

Shielding the precious, the cherished from harm,

Finding safe harbor to weather the storm.