War,

War never changes

The men go over the top

Judgment day has arrived

Bullets whizz past.

Artillery ruptures all around.

A man goes kablooey.

Everyone continues to run into the darkness.

It's hopeless.

Before you could throw it away,

You've been shot.

You fall

You fail

It's over

I want to be free, but they tell me to hither here and thither there. The elders are considered wizened, but to me they are shriveled. I am told to hunt for scaup, or buy some pannikins. I go out and once I have reached the ness, I am free, to an extent. I always end up returning to these hags. I've been told that they are great soothsayers and can read palms, but to me their existence is absolute trumpery. If they are legends, then I am the stalwart Beowulf. I shall forswear these banshees' commands. I cachinnate, and just like that, I find myself in a dray that is going to the city. I am free... for now.

Go!

Be swift!

It is cool out,

And the python approaches.

If you do not leave,

You will bash the cobra.

It seeks the ruby.

It is its perl

If you stay,

You will C.