Steel Coil Doctrine

Step in the fog,

no footprints behind.

(shhh) Cold steel ticking

in the back of the mind.

STAND TIGHT.

DARK LIGHT.

FALL IN.

BEGIN.

Iron gates lock.

The perimeter holds.

(nowhere to run)

Another grim tale

in the static unfolds.

STAND

TIGHT.

DARK

LIGHT.

FALL IN. BEGIN.