some King a mad man
struck out across a wild strange white snowed out land
his soldiers broken at the limb
their horses flail then die in postures frozen by time
as if defiant of fate
the glittering city of Orthodox Muscovy saints chant plainsong
some talisman of a curse of incense of fragrance of monstrances glittering in hope
the evil eye grows and shrinks like some cold glaucoma blinking at death
its work is done
the citizens of Holy Rus sleep sweet
Flynnpoetry 