The Destruction of Sennacherib

By Lord Byron (George Gordon) 1788–1824 Lord Byron (George Gordon)



The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.


Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.


For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!


And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.


And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.


And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

That's The Way

It is such a beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest.
This song always pulls my happy, mellow cords.

I Really Do Try

I realize that having my own blog(s) is something that has been on the backburner for me. I don’t post very personal stories or get into the glorious details of the gut wrenching problems of my life. My other creative blog does get its dose of poetry and art, etc. But even then, the real material that I want to be published is written on paper, (yes paper) edited and then sent off to publishers, (via e-mail). My main purposes of having the blogs were to incorporate other individuals who are my friends, family and other creative types.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy posting little tidbits here and there. It is fun, and writing is writing right? Whether it is in a journal or on a blog, the feeling is and can be cathartic.
Maybe it is me who needs to let go and break out of this peripheral shell of mine. To let people take a peek into my life and to give them a glimpse of what I find beautiful and beastly in my world. And in return, I get to practice at one of my first loves in life, writing.

O Death