Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Rage of Battle
A transparent veil of mortal fear
wraps its hard tendrils 'round
the walls of my heavily beating heart.
My soul is sorely afraid of the fiery
danger that winds its terrible path
through every fiber of my being.
The vibrant visions of destruction
cruelly make their horrible home
within the halls of my quaking mind.
A steamy ribbon of duty wraps itself
around the stony alter of my life,
as I silently prepare for the coming
rage of the violent battle.
Donavon Scott Vinson