Friction fires flare and flit, where phalanx finds the foe.
Singing shields strike serenades, to spears, for love to show.
Pressed to petty pirouettes, are peasant, prince, and thrall;
Devout dancers bellow doom, to drums, answer the call.
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Author:
Quemis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this for a 4 line poetry contest put on by a video game I play called Conquerors Blade
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Very Tongue Twisting. =)
Thanks! Alliteration is fun! 🙂
It Sure Is! 😉
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-158463
Great wordplay worthy of a cool video game…
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