Alex V. Christoff
Nights of hecatombs when battles flow,
Redemption lies hidden in nation's glow.
Lives expendable in wrought iron cast,
Mold halcyon calms between canons' blast. Death masks abide those who fall,
Ages old answer to fidelity's call
For sinew and soul to noble rebirth
Of free wills chained in old lands' dearth. Gothic head follows iron column's path
Over plains of revelation breeding human wrath.
Kernel of truth hidden in seed low sown