Dread Hymns Poem by John Weber

On these minstrel travels
sanity unravels
while squinting through arrays,
melting from the notion
that love shares brave potion
to set free souls ablaze.

Calliope dirges
punctuate these urges
with each body that drops
along this hallowed ground
on orders from those crowned
lords of enduring props.

Vanquished souls shall arise
to lift lies from the guise
righting flagrant error
since liberty calls out
to shred all sense of doubt:
candor is not terror.