Consistent Viscosity...Ballad of The White Horse

I blame myself and rightly so or at least I should
When face to face with my consistent lack of good
The day has frittered to upon all the things I would
But all along I will be judged by where these days I stood

My life holds true viscosity to where I eb and flow
These moments I do realize when I am alone
The test of faith where I am proved allow myself to grow
Or bury head ignoring all that I have come to know

I pray for sun when comes the rain heaping up a fear
And then for rain when it's too hot or just for someone near
Consistent ignorance viscosity when I refuse to hear
A silent calm lack thereof flows from one so dear

Ballad of the White Horse

Where Ind's enamelled peaks arise

Around that inmost one

Where ancient eagles on it's brink

Vast as archangels, gather and drink

The sacrament of the sun

And men brake out of the northern lands

Enormous lands alone

Where a spell is laid upon life and lust

And the rain is changed to a silver dust

And the sea to a great green stone

And a Shape that moveth murkily

In mirrors of ice and night

Hath blanched with fear all the beasts and birds

As death and a shock of evil words

Blast a man's hair with white

And the cry of the palms and the purple moons

Or the cry of the frost and foam

Swept ever round an inmost place

And the din of distant race on race

Cried and replied round Rome

And there was death on the Emperor

And night upon the Pope

And Alfred hiding in deep grass

Hardened his heart with hope...