The Circle

Mithraea, over the horizon east
Banishing dark, tool of priest;
Far below, the earth alights:
Two armies, standing, gath�ring might.

No creature below show signs of life,
For never-ending, is human strife.
The plains below are dry and dead,
Caked with blood, violence, red.

Mithraea shining overhead
Ashtan armies all but dead.
Shallam now exclaims, �We�ve won!�
Thinking they that all is done.

Mithraea over the horizon west
Sett�ling in her nightly nest
Evil reaches Shallam�s gate,
It is sealed: Shallam�s fate.

Twilight owns the nightly realm;
Once a city: now is hell.
Ashtan now exclaims, �We�ve won!�
Thinking they that all is done.

Mithraea over the horizon east
Banishing dark, tool of priest;
All around, like a girdle
Never-ending, is the circle.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Glacian, in the year 383 AF.