Battle for the Atlantic III

His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship,
though sly attrition neutralized their hunt,
for subterfuge let not a whisper slip
as vantage shifted on the battlefront.
A riddle solved unveiled the raging packs
as alpha domination was denied.
The murky depths, once cloaking their attacks,
no longer let the roaming devil’s hide.
Beware their silence seeking to avail
for confidence shall feed complacency.
Be vigilant, let not attentions flail,
for peril still awaits beneath the sea.
Let not the heart’s vehemency e’er tire
as perseverance streams into the fire.

As perseverance streams into the fire.
attentions turn upon a weaker foe.
His arrogance set eyes upon a spire
that lay beyond the rigid Maginot.
The French redoubt would prove to be benign
as innovation sought another way.
A swift assault would circumvent the Line
conceived to hold all enemies at bay.
This world stood fast as terror swept the land,
it conquered all dominions in its path.
It crushed all hope, for nothing could withstand
the depths of retribution seeding wrath.
‘Tis but a quandary only war shall solve
when rational lets sanity dissolve.

When rationale lets sanity dissolve,
search not for reason in the burning pyre,
dare not debate when clouds of war revolve
around the rogue that set the raging fire.
Let no accord deceive a callow wit
or honor any promise in disguise,
lend not your hand accepting any writ
conceding to the devil’s compromise.
Such promises are buried in deceit
when domination hails its iron might,
for oligarchy wallows in conceit
and only seeks the innocence to fight.
As ruthlessness and tyranny evolve,
the emptiness is left with no resolve.

The emptiness is left with no resolve
when tyranny pursues another path.
‘Tis absolute that despots will evolve
to find divergent ways to render wrath.
Your air shall fill with vicious birds of fire
as domination seeks to own your sky.
A captured flag will be the Devil’s spire
and so, he lets his birds of evil fly.
Against their wings, confront the rising storm
and let your gallant youth repel the rage,
then, soar with valor, let your spitfires swarm
and pray dear Britain, as the birds engage.
The consequence of war shall take its toll
when anarchy consumes a barren soul,

When anarchy consumes a barren soul,
your destiny must front the disarray.
Let faith in God and stamina control
your chance of being predator or prey.
An iron beast keeps clawing at the door
with lone intent, your freedom it will wrest,
as silent darkness resonates its roar,
the terror fills the hearts of all abreast.
But through this gauntlet threads of life still slip
into the light, confronting Satan’s ire.
His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship
as perseverance streams into the fire.
When rationale lets sanity dissolve,
the emptiness is left with no resolve.

Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2023

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