Looking out upon the frozen tundra
my thoughts are busy my mind aswirl.
The events a memory 
the doings a daze.

The twisted frozen remains of my avowed enemy
silent testament to those who espouse tyranny.
Their unfamiliar attire alien and unique
beaten and bloodied their corpses reek.

I stand there with my colors held on high
watching the setting sun 
becoming again a follower of the night.
The flowing blues interspersed with the red of blood
and the white stars of hope
a beacon in the night 
a symbol for the good.

The husk inside bowed and almost broken
burns alive with a united resolve.
I look in my dead enemy's eye and he knows
he knows my response was no token.
The man I have become from this heinous act
the broken brethern twisted and torn
my mind still reels from this forlorn malicious fact.

My tears did flow and blind me
in the heat of battle the familiar realm
my puppy and me were a sight to see.
Looking to those closest and those not so dear
comfort I was given and perchance shed a tear.

Wolves, giants, and creatures of fable
were all torn asunder by sinew and resolve
I sit down by my stalwart companion
the sweat replaced by a silent shiver
as the passions reside in me ready and able.

I have made my peace with those cowards
vented my wrath upon their departed soul
tired am I and worried as well 
the rubble behind me as I take the first step forward.
Judgement day is coming let the foul beasts
reap what they have sown.
 

Hanorm McTaverish
Mystic of the Clan