The Spike Victoria University College Review 1944
Invasion
Invasion
Tumultuously move against my heart
Fresh images of armies wrecked on death
And reddened waves' dark ecstasy defiles
The basalt walls that guard its quietness
The archer on the highest tower looks downwards
Upon an earth no longer void of wrath
His golden armour clashes as he strikes
Gauntleted fist upon the swinging gong
Throgh all the castle he sets tight to fear
And every window into life
Halls that were silent such long time before
And wakened as the men-at-arms rush by.
Then lightning's shock has faded and all know
Water and blood are powerless against stone
And all night long in natural jubilee
Over a sea of blood rings the heart's revelry.
Hubert Witheford