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Wind-chimes and Battlements.
Air sweating humidity,
suffered the jolt in humankind's reasoning.
Shrewdly clinking their sloshing atomic
structures together in celebration.
Forming glacial silver wind-chimes
(I never stood a chance, did you?).
I stand shock-wave still.
Assembling the battlements
with rickety mindsets;
and a resolute acceptance
of the impeding personal slaughter.
Blanched out parapets readily
infuse with meurtrieres:
bowstrings pulled fraught
in their strength.
Arrows carved of bloodless metal,
are fiercely stubborn;
with an insatiable
frenzied urge to slay.
I allow them free rein over
my kingdom of icicles.
The battle has begun.
suffered the jolt in humankind's reasoning.
Shrewdly clinking their sloshing atomic
structures together in celebration.
Forming glacial silver wind-chimes
(I never stood a chance, did you?).
I stand shock-wave still.
Assembling the battlements
with rickety mindsets;
and a resolute acceptance
of the impeding personal slaughter.
Blanched out parapets readily
infuse with meurtrieres:
bowstrings pulled fraught
in their strength.
Arrows carved of bloodless metal,
are fiercely stubborn;
with an insatiable
frenzied urge to slay.
I allow them free rein over
my kingdom of icicles.
The battle has begun.
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