spiritual cold war, Poetry by David Steven Twist

 The Rix
The Rix rapped rapidly ready and ravishly.
Eying the Red Man bound on his
floor!
His belly a tremor his voice lost its tenor; as he pleaded Dilemma and freedom
restore!
His cry through the night – space and through light ; to Heaven with might Hark
Michael with lore.

The Rix raggered wrong rancorous song.
A Mellifluous melody, madness and mel’choly Through hearts souls mind for ever
no-more!
(Meaghar my friend your sword please amend; this tragedy scene I must deplore!)

The Cellar went bright manifest light –
Righteous at height Rix wroggled as right Michael did smite the
shadow before!
The Green Man stood loud ,sonorous and proud; His bondage in buddles on the
floor

Be free child’s friend as time you bend For Earths Hearths are waiting in store.

Peace and love in the light
good night

Beloved