Some music for you:
"Alone I arrive, walking from Narra
Over the gaps, across gentle hills
Out onto a knoll
Overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
Of indiscernible shapes gathered
In terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
That darken the sun.
From distant corners I hear
The rhythmic thudding of men marching,
And from fields astir with figures converging
The eery muffled rumbling of drums.
From behind, hoofing sod aloft
Couriers gallop past
Straightway up to lines of men
Where a ruffled slanting flag is held,
To a figure mounted, with sword drawn,
About to unleash his flexing array
To collide with columns coming on.
I watch them shift, align, then clash head-on
As distant volleys crackle in long orange ribbons
Where smoke is rising—
After which shattered lines rejoin
Like healed limbs, smaller now but whole,
To lunge once more
Into spiraling bursts of yellowy orange."
Shameless borrowed and edited poetry.
The opening volleys of the war of northern aggression have been fired. Let us see what the coming days bring us.
Edit: The area around Ichamur is turning into the Battle of Bull Run. Good times.
