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.
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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Very Tongue Twisting. =)
Thanks! Alliteration is fun! 🙂
It Sure Is! 😉
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Great wordplay worthy of a cool video game…
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