As the leaved turn to rust in the crimson decay of autumn after the summer rot the chill starts to set in the storms start to brew and the rolling thunder in the distance echos through my soul... These times I feel at peace and at one with all away from the insects, worms and societal sheep alone and lost in time The night falls and the sound of the rain mesmerizes my being
I close my eyes and get taken back into another era the fire burns through the night and as the sun rises I awaken to the sounds of battle The ravens circle the fallen the dead cannot be mourned as the blood is still slowing the stench of d**h intoxicates my nostrils steel against steel in a time of honour this is where my heart belongs this is where I want to be.