War
Thunder crashes, lightning flashes,
battle standard of the heavens
Field is doused in rain, clouds
move in, the cavalry, answering
general's call to arms. Sun, the King,
retreats beyond impenetrable walls,
he has no place on the field of battle,
though he will return promptly,
surveying the damage his minions cause.
Wind howls, the bugler of the army,
calling all to their place in the ranks.
Hail rains down, mortars of the sky.
The King returns to his throne,
showing mercy as a rainbow unfurls.
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