By Chris McClure, Contributing Editor
Safe behind my castle walls I sit with my own thoughts
Of how to keep the demons out that threaten what is mine.
I quietly watch the world pass by while seated on my throne
While in these dusty halls I wait content that all is fine.
All about me lays a siege with enemies galore
Flinging stones and fiery brands to break upon my wall
But I, content, know it will pass though I might stand alone
While the kingdom crumbles to the ground and naught is left to fall.
Secure and safe I bide my time though others plead my case
Fighting off the raging throng berserk to win the field
And tear the kingdom to the ground only to build anew
Something I won’t recognize though I should never yield.
And I will sit content to die upon this moldering store
That I would leave to those who come within the footsteps of my blood
Only to find its value gone; wasted on the wind of change
That swept the pathways clear behind the surging flood.
Security, that bane of change that must be part of life
Building new that which decays and falls upon the ground
While others strive to take the day against the thronging hoards
Those who fail to meet the need lie dying all around.
The enemy has changed his face until it is unknown
Where he shall appear and strike his mighty blow
And those complacent in the past pass on their merry way
Until stricken by the unseen foe, the wolf they did not know.
The insecure shall win the day for they remain alert
Against the evil lurking in the shadows waiting chance to strike
A mortal wound that ends the reign of common sense upon the earth
Replaced with fear and terror of which we’ve never seen the like.
