By Sensei Erwin L. Rimban
Word Count: 300
Summary: A poem of mythic war.
We dreamed the ten thousand chariots
In the cold embrace of winter dreams
And readied stone and metal, wood and mortar
To the silent expectation of our women’s creams.
We built the ten thousand chariots
With hammer and anvil, stone and fire
And the ten thousand drums of song and dance
Of our women regaled us as the decades passed by.
We rode the ten thousand chariots
Into the maws of the Gates of Fire
And did battle with a hundred monsters unimaginable
The terrible siren of battle suffused the sky!
We flew the ten thousand chariots
Passing the spires of the highest mountain peaks
And were received by the drums of the Valkyries
As honored warriors and conquerors of the bleaks!
With medals of honor and meads of wine.
The castles of heaven regaled us in its time
And the smiles of nymphs caressed our hearts
Weary of battle, tired of the storm gods.
We brought the ten thousand chariots
Into the vaults of the Celestial realms
And were enchanted no end by lovely goddesses
Born of the Music of the Spheres.
In retrospect, the chariots did us well
And made us miss the songs of ancient past
When the hours were of battle and the earth was heat
That plunged us into a serene sleep.
We shall save the ten thousand chariots
When Humanity heeds the eternal call
And venture into sacred divine realms of yore
Escaping the maw of the devil’s thrall!
Sensei Erwin Rimban has been a spiritual, metaphysics and meditation teacher for over a decade. His works are featured in the Journal of Metaphysics and Connected Consciousness, the Mindful Word, Panegyria Journal, The Minds Journal, and others. (You may correspond with him firstname.lastname@example.org).