Runic Catharsis.

Rune I:

Man reemerges,

Like a phoenix amongst the ashes.

Logic escaped him temporarily

Only to regain it in his fury.

Rune II:

The horse walk,

Then trots,

Then paces,

Then canters,

Then gallops to the mountain

And the valleys below.

Speed of thoughts,

Speed of light,

Speed of logic,

Speed of success.

Rune III:

The war stretches

From one end to the other

In the mind

Of the most fragile of men.

Forging steel against steel,

Contradiction complete.

The only way to break steel

Is to bend it to its will.

That is my catharsis

Without useless fucking hope.

© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022