11-11-2014, 05:29 PM
Night patrol in no man's land, one eye that scans for crack of Dawn.
Rules of engorgement strictly enforced, no sudden advances without thought.
The damp, dire darkness overheats, but sudden squalls blow in beneath;
the chill relief intensifies the search for warmth and battle sighs.
A chasm looms. Still attached, the unit starts its shuffling march.
This army moves not on its belly, but on its side like Machiavelli.
Target closing, but takes fright and moves again 'til lost to sight.
Pride holds erect the head that forays... the never falling crest of courage,
tenacious always, in pursuit of silver streams leaked from hirsute
and trembling walls. The way ahead is Dry Gulch Falls, a drop to carpetted abyss.
Nowhere to go, no more retreat. The time is come... advance on heat.
Oh, oh, oh what a lovely whore! That change of stance- fantasy becomes romance-
until the thrust to take Cockaigne . The bedlam battle starts again...
next Saturday.
tectak
Langholm
2014
Rules of engorgement strictly enforced, no sudden advances without thought.
The damp, dire darkness overheats, but sudden squalls blow in beneath;
the chill relief intensifies the search for warmth and battle sighs.
A chasm looms. Still attached, the unit starts its shuffling march.
This army moves not on its belly, but on its side like Machiavelli.
Target closing, but takes fright and moves again 'til lost to sight.
Pride holds erect the head that forays... the never falling crest of courage,
tenacious always, in pursuit of silver streams leaked from hirsute
and trembling walls. The way ahead is Dry Gulch Falls, a drop to carpetted abyss.
Nowhere to go, no more retreat. The time is come... advance on heat.
Oh, oh, oh what a lovely whore! That change of stance- fantasy becomes romance-
until the thrust to take Cockaigne . The bedlam battle starts again...
next Saturday.
tectak
Langholm
2014