Chariot of War

There was a time

for beautiful dreams,

My crosses buries

and child reborn.

But, in the calm

of Neptune’s sea,

My soul stirred

with ancient sight.

I saw the simple

nature of man,

And the ether

of his substance.

Scipio and Priam

knew these well.

Thus begot I

my Chariot of War,

My aegis gleams

a Uranium hue.

My javelin sent

with clouds of fire.

A thousand horses

shriek into battle

And I with them.