Indiscernible

It falls inches from my toe, This missile from origins wild; Hurled by an unknown foe Yelling indiscernible cries of war. Why I caught his malevolent eye And became chief target of his ire Neither guess nor fathom I; Yet his target I’ll ever remain. And this senseless war I now must tearfully wage, And counter mischievous Blows and baseless rage. Whether I’ll victorious grow Or in the end terribly lose, Or merely settle for a draw, High heaven alone knows.