Charge lightly into winter’s night
drawing softly to the refuge of fire.
The flaming sword resting in scorching embers
pointing the red razor’s edge toward thy own soul
as fleeting earth remains still.
Let the vandal, Celt, Goth, and Mohammedan peacefully rest
sympathetically as into the other world’s they ascend
where the final judgment of furious enemies is compelled
In winter, Rhine maidens lay pedals in the paths of warriors
and Teutonic Queens lay sword to Knightly shoulders.
But let Jerusalem lie temporally still
as she is sick from the blood of brothers.
In the dreadful orgy of deep cold
death hath come and knowledge is cast with Hades.
Winter nights loom large now and Nobles must be Lions
if hope would survive till earth is born again.