A Weapon From Hell

Mystical poem written 12-26-25.

1.
War is coming, dear ones,
War is here,
Our neighbors are being hauled away,
And conquest has come to our lands

The enemy sits,
Upon thrones built,
With piles of laws,
Written to fill pockets

We are fighting to live,
In defense,
Of our own souls,
And blessed bodies

Mouths and bellies sit empty,
While the wicked feast,
In marble halls,
Built by the enslaved

2.
I must act,
And so I act,
In ways appropriate and proper,
To my calling

I shake and shudder,
I dance and sing and chant,
I burn the sacred herbs,
And call upon the secret names

Of those who have come before,
Of those who will come after,
Of the Powers and the Principalities,
And my own names, too

The shadows whisper,
My faithful family,
Join the circle,
And together we sing

3.
There are options,
In the shadowed places,
Spirits and gods alike,
Answer when properly called

Magick borne,
Of brave and honest minds,
Worked with aching hearts,
And joyful wisdom

Can reach out from the Abyss,
With claws and grasping hands,
To choke the throats of the enemy,
And bring them to their knees

We need only the strength,
The discipline,
And the love,
To seek the Road To Dawn