What be that which rumbles at my door?
Whatever it be take me away
Fore that comes which I most deplore
Well surely a wistful boy can dream
In moments ere the peace me betray
Torn agape in a violent burst
The imposing shape stood at my door
Bearing enmity in its glare
And no one with which my fear to share
This ardour is my fatherly care
This phantom wafts before my eyes
For what it haunts me, I do not know
But in nights peace I awake in shock
As its shadow be my greatest woe
And this stress my frail being will outgrow…
June 9th - 2023