Charge of the calvary

The tempest of wrath
clusters among the weak
of will

It snares me occasionally too...
But the shining glory
of mythical, ruthless
friendship...

...sweeping in--the
charging calvary
sabers flashing,
horseflesh flexing, muzzles
frothing,

the sound of beating
hooves, battle cries, and
the shot is heard!

--it brings me back--
to myself...

And there I set...
...at the table
holding all the good cards.