Geburah

Red skies. Above a scarlet desert
dust particles are whirling in the wind
and hindering the passage of the chariot.
Leading his army, goes the warrior-king
ahead of all. His face is scarred
and beautiful with power and
determination.


A crown rests on his brow
of flaming spikes with tiny emeralds
interspersed. He holds a sword
bare in his hands. Five pentagrams
are carved into its hilt. He goes to burn
and cut and kill, and when the land is ash
new seeds can grow from it again.