10-05-2021, 10:53 AM
Surrounding brass claps:
bubble rap of the earth.
Squadrans of 88 enter in troves
and don't return,
unlike the general,
who always does.
A large checkerboard match;
as always,
advancing and retreating,
circling and flanking.
Variables on the move;
all this chaos can buckle under at any moment,
but it doesn't.
Over the years
the general's body changed.
Each limb interchangeable,
every asset enhanced,
mangled into a creature of war.
Its worthy enemies see,
at night,
over the tattered sand bags,
A trio of metallic heads
Sticking up from a bulky torso.
Spotlight eyes penetrating the darkness.
Finally, they are granted a warrior's death.
The general leaves a trail of flags in its wake
and patches of flame further behind.
Seeming to have full control over the wastes.
Having scrapped gold from ash
under the humblest of circumstances.
Darker shadows draw forward;
though,
as Hym Watcher comes to power.
bubble rap of the earth.
Squadrans of 88 enter in troves
and don't return,
unlike the general,
who always does.
A large checkerboard match;
as always,
advancing and retreating,
circling and flanking.
Variables on the move;
all this chaos can buckle under at any moment,
but it doesn't.
Over the years
the general's body changed.
Each limb interchangeable,
every asset enhanced,
mangled into a creature of war.
Its worthy enemies see,
at night,
over the tattered sand bags,
A trio of metallic heads
Sticking up from a bulky torso.
Spotlight eyes penetrating the darkness.
Finally, they are granted a warrior's death.
The general leaves a trail of flags in its wake
and patches of flame further behind.
Seeming to have full control over the wastes.
Having scrapped gold from ash
under the humblest of circumstances.
Darker shadows draw forward;
though,
as Hym Watcher comes to power.
