The hillsides quake
Beneath the curse
Of iron-shroud skies

The ever-constant beckoning
Hammering on
Through the scorched evergreens

Brush strokes of ember
Color the grizzly day
As valor swarms savagely
Thundering up vicious inclines

Mayhem’s hunger
Lurks tried and true
Mindlessly gorging
Upon waves of the brazen and sure

To quell the hunger
Is but a feeble aim
For the bold never sustain
Its immense, harrowing fury

Steel columns
Roll defiantly through the ages
As a fawned over plague
Instilled in youthful hearts

Fire-bred travels
Plume on and on with vigor
Untouched and forever gorging
Upon a morrow
Yet to be sown