dark war [way out]
in this state of brevity
we wield out weapons to the wind
and aim our arcane arrows
at the outsiders on the fringes
lurking and peering in
speeding down the mountainside
in horrid globs of goop
hoping to encapsulate us
in their mounds of putrid goo
so they may eviscerate our souls
with a trove of goblin eyes
who wield daggers and mace
held together in dark haste
but we will stand tall
and be sure not to cower
we must resort to our dead king's power
and try our defensive schemes first
but get bloody violent if we must
if retaliation is our only hope
for man never chooses war
it finds him when sleeping
on park benches alone
as a man introducing himself
to the discarded ones in the brush
the handshake lasted too long
and the stare was too opposing
so it led the troops all wrong
and now all we can do
is find a way out
we'll dig a pit into
the centerfold of earth
within the gates of Beelzebub's Hell
and hope that we are spat out
from a cranky rusty manhole
somewhere in our king's old lands
above the catacombs of France
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16686914-dark-war--way-out--by-Colvet
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