In this maelstrom what can I do
But face the dark hood
When my time is due
Dark horseman at my back
Stay from me!
That I may face my attack
Or shall I catch the winds tail
sailing on billowed clouds
Put you behind in this gale
On hallowed ground
Where I may fight and defend
Turning and only the wind is found
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 