Ode to a Patriarch
Poem (Canso):
Returning to my home
To rest from my roaming
Sun sinking steadily
I seek only solace.
Something awaits within;
Wondering and watching
Death or worse awaits me
Where demon dares to dwell.
Fearsome fiend before me
Flailing fists of fury
The beast I must battle
Braying like a banshee
Scowling; squirming; screaming
Snot and spit is streaming
I brace now for battle
With rattle and bottle.