I woke one morning not too long ago
Finding the bear awakened;
Winter storms should have kept him
Truly hibernated. As I woke in sweat
A lingering dread echoed deep
Within the cold core of my being:
There was to be a third war of men,
With cowards hiding deep within
The dolls of past triumphs; and
A railway across the land
Once permanently frozen deep,
Carrying little yellow men in aid
Of the faltering knights of pale.
I woke one morning
To the briefest of news,
I am yet to resume watching
With the knowledge that death
Now walks among us; as sure as I
Can be that no one will be spared
As the firework starts and the
Forever fallout spreads.
