On a distant, secluded and sullen soil unnamed,
On a space far removed from the sick and profane,
Weeping willows hang over the graves of our heroes,
To protect and give shelter to their now shadowed eyes.
For here glows the last golden glimmering rays of our Age,
Where the few chosen Germanic angels are gathered to lay,
Rest here in the Geist’s warm embrace, a peace eternal,
For there was not to be one place on this damnable earth,
For the bloodline of those Holy and Divine to reside.
January 16, 2018