Solomon

As Fenrir rips his Magic Chain

and bites the Hand of God,

as Hell arrives with Death in tow,

as Lightning strikes both Friend and Foe,

let loose the hungry hounds of War,

release the Kraken on the shore:

the Moon is dipped in Blood

The Poet dreams a thousand Dreams

of joyous shouts and silent screams

Azazel, the Cunning Beast,

Illidan, Pernicious Priest;

until a Sign above appears,

amidst the doubt, beyond the fear:

the Shepherd King from Galilee

Hear His Message, if you will:

Let he who sins, sin greater still,

let she who waits not leave the gate,

His Steps approach, He won't be late

Two Thousand years, the Count is full,

the Time has come to Mount the Hill,

Prepare the Seat, and kill the Bull

© Mila Fourie 2025