Passion's fight (shape)

Words in
parts are
shattered
tongues that seek to use a
blade. In muted courts you
hear them, bearing throats
as wine
to crave.
Behold
the men with sallow cheeks
for night will soon descend
and crush the skulls with
iron maul, bludgeon to
bloody blend. Drums
became a beat -
a hungry fist
avenging now;
for only tears
in verse are sunk
on beds of deathly vows.
Come now ye court, bear
shield and sword, today
rewrite this
life...demand
a sacrifice of
of hearts for
fire is passion’s
fight. Onward
the battle rose
and fell in tides
of lifeless blood.
As light became
an ember’s end
. . . man's beast
became the mud.
So moon did rise in
choking sky, a dove did
find a perch, and land upon a flag
of white, upright in chequered dirt.

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Mr. Darcy
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