Winters Spell.

The growing presence of armies from many roads

The nuclear theory to peace and prosperity rewritten 

Is to keep this from occurring only on paper and prayer

Sci,fi fantasy see this growing conflict of words and wills

Peace at the end of the road or world wide war for peace

Makes sense war against the boundaries of peace rather than resolution 

Such the roads end for wider wars will bring more than tears from heavens 

The invasive clouds 🌧 will contain a new outgrowth of the pandemic viruses 

The virus is in the air we breath and there is no bit of promise it will cease totally 

Not until the threat and menace reaches a still moment liken to the end one or other

But for the religious living in the caves of the retreats led by monks and saints 

The world led by the few the still years the wayward chant for the dead and poor

Be lifted to a better life so in the dead of winter the wonders of man come true bring

That wish of course is for a miracle to occur dissipate the ill rise from ventilators 

Those lost become beyond the rage of and message resurgence of faith to return

The Roman candle was thought to guard against ill will beyond hard times to come

Lead the poor of the day the flocks of Gods rescue the paths of return to their faith

One of many ways it resolves the course of today and tomorrow rather than war

Which it may reach over letters streets and stories endings destroying the bubble

That grew in the final pandemic and war I think is in the making.