New Occidental Poetry

Despairing Song

Wild winds howl where

Far-flung vistas fair

Stand still waiting stoic

Hearing hailing-songs heroic

Alone, afraid, a wanderer wails

Of love lost and winding trials

Which weave unending round the wood

He wonders when he'll fall for good

Turning in the widening gyre

The falcon is aflame with fire

And dead is king, and dead is God

And fallen is the ruling rod

He served in youth his proud king

Of whom the psalmists sadly sing

Who lost at war, the final game

And won an ever-cursed name

Now sojourner wanders west

And north in search of final rest

And south in hope if dying well

And East to flee his living hell

For Erika of whom he sang

In step with men who silent hang

Is lost to foreign fang and hate

A burning death which shan't abate

Lost is hope of love and child

Lost is woman, sweet and mild

And lost is joy forevermore

So what, he screams, wait you for

Strike me down with savage blow

Crush my skull and lay me low

End my pain and end my sorrow

For I cannot abide tomorrow

Wild winds howl where

Far-flung vistas fair

Stand still waiting stoic

Hearing hailing-songs heroic


-Bannerless (@counterevolt)

Arthur Powell