A War Waged By A Poet Poem by Nyx C Styx

I will pen you an epic of feverous fury
Battalions and stallions of ink
Assaults unknown to no mankind jury
rage, no God could conjure or think

The spirit of Mars within me, burning bright
on the Black steed of Hell, I ride
through centuries of day and centuries night
I tear asunder the opposing tide

Verses! pierce the bosom of my foe.
Rhyme! fill them with dread.
till they surrender row by row
or by God's mercy, they drop dead

Upon the battlefield, I stand in awe of my power
surrounded by those befallen, piled in a stack
among the heaving bodies, there lie a single flower
and in this moment of distraction was I stabbed in the back!