Battle At the Hottest
all stars that bright doth beam
doth not always a-right accord
that moderate terminal destiny;
routes there be craft-fill'd & thorny
but shaft-fill'd with the happy soft ending
clownish & whimsical as ‘tis doomful;
o moderation oft maketh abortive
a warfare’s line of battle at the hottest
angle that would take its foe’s roots.
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2010
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