The Confraternity of Angelic Warfare

Upon the bridge over mountain pass
he stood so still yet was moving so fast;
His hair blew quick and his heart paced quicker
and he never moved the least bit forward.
Until Angels steadied his way.

Retreat

Give me a happy nun.
Any day give me a mother.
Any day give me a smiling face.
And I'll show you a lover.

Say all you want of painted cheeks,
low-cut eyes, and fishnet laces.
Often I taste day's defeat;
I need stone-warmed still embraces.