Guiding Honor Of The Fallen

Guiding honor of the fallenValkyries of the nightWith ragged & rugged wingsTaking to unheralded flight They’ve had their warsThey returned, albeit brokenSurviving the tragic gameInternalizing words not spoken Silenced trumpets by the sideUndying love of those who protectCan’t fathom the burdens they carry& for everything, you have my respect

Lewis Carroll

  “The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and kings” – The Walrus