despite waking

Here is a dream I had of stormtroopers or teaming hordes as snowflakes, sent to conquer the land out of spite and cold self-righteous hypocritical fury- indefensible abuse presented as vengeance against evil, as the force of good in the world, and as the only true path for justice.  Snowflakes as deception and assault and lack of empathy.  And the return of the Sun, when the reality is brought to light.

Soldier the winter white;
Purity, be our guise
as troops deploy through
howling, haunted, blizzard-ridden skies.

Our noble purpose cast
sole claim upon the land;
righteous silence issues forth-
let other views be damned.

How pride does overwhelm
and details small secure;
the waif and viper both alike
do enterprise no more.

Until the sun approach,
warm intercession cast,
and observe ourselves forgiven
and how our numbers vast

In puddles prostrate lay,
consumed by common mud,
though soon enough a monument
will bloom where we once stood.

I like the ending of the dream the best, as it shows that the result of it all to the one assaulted is not permanent harm but personal growth. 

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