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The Scents of Battle
CYCLE IV: AIR
Air, whisper soft as rustled satin’s dawn,
And hard as jungle ‘vore’s impassioned roar,
In wafting hints of skirmish’ agents drawn,
Compiled in clash and screams, advance implore.
For certain comes with risen, dawning light,
The wind of battles’ fighting and yet fought,
The heated scents, exerts from contests’ might,
In sweat and froth, the force’ engagements brought.
Long may the night have known by candles’ smoke,
Components’ place and point in blown demark.
For in the dark of star’s slow pass’ invoke,
From prod and poke, the coming war’s embark.
For in first light, the night fires’ fumings break,
That combat’s thrill and thrust perfumes partake.
April 26 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Air, whisper soft as rustled satin’s dawn,
And hard as jungle ‘vore’s impassioned roar,
In wafting hints of skirmish’ agents drawn,
Compiled in clash and screams, advance implore.
For certain comes with risen, dawning light,
The wind of battles’ fighting and yet fought,
The heated scents, exerts from contests’ might,
In sweat and froth, the force’ engagements brought.
Long may the night have known by candles’ smoke,
Components’ place and point in blown demark.
For in the dark of star’s slow pass’ invoke,
From prod and poke, the coming war’s embark.
For in first light, the night fires’ fumings break,
That combat’s thrill and thrust perfumes partake.
April 26 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 26th Apr 2017
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