"Wind cloying sulphur
Stale powder; rusty smoke
Crisp, as rotting flesh provoke"

Wow! That stanza paints a picture in my mind, and gives me shivers down my spine; but in a good way! I usually don't enjoy a poem with big words because I find that the writer is trying too hard. But I think the way you used more elaborate words MAKES the poem.

Very nice write! 5/5

-Alyssa

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