Homecoming

On the heath,

Where witches seek

A plan so detrimental;

You stand tall,

Above them all,

Smirking through the scandals.

This gash is insurmountable.

This night is unmoored.

This tribulation is cavernous.

The avalanches are in motion capture,

A colossal catastrophe and hearts fractured.

In every vein, runs your blood

In every tear, runs your salt.

True that the sight we descried after the war waged

Was of your munificent eyes, never frozen.

Pawn by pawn,

An army formed.

Leap by leap,

The battle won.

A battle of 500 bleak winters,

Now only a triumphant reminder.

A flicker of lustre,

Your shadow’s sheen

Eclipses the moonlight.

Pawn by pawn,

An army formed.

This time, with lamps,

Not swords.

Sounds of a thousand accents,

But echoes of only one name-

Such is your greatness,

You’re in every catharsis.

What words should I use,

When nothing can tell of you?

You’re the archer, you’re the flautist

You’re the King, the butter thief.

But today is your homecoming,

A chapter forever etched in history.

With reverence for your loftiness,

Let this, for a day, be your firmament.

-Myiesha (@the_lacuna)

The Barbaric Yawp