He Comes: The Reaper (poem)

He Comes: The Reaper

They say love drives him

and honor binds him.

His sickles slash

men reap the whirlwind

In darkness he stalks

towards light he walks

His heart taken

An oath made

His mind breaking

A price paid

A wager laid

Oh?

What'd you say

fifty-fifty

Heads

Tails

Wins

Fails

The

Reaper 

Within

Rage of Angels: a poem of beginnings end

Beginnings' End: A Burning Poem of Father's and Sons

Not all men are fathers

All men are sons

Even Augurs have fathers

likewise sons

In war

Sons lose fathers

And Fathers sons

This war has just begun

A war no man nor Augur 

shall win

for they

are 

all 

fathers and sons

There is no win-win

In a 

Universe at war

Lose-lose

don't lose yourself in war