Hated things flash
In their own lightning
To themselves, attentions called
All eyes on our enemy.
They are of cannons and drums,
From such fire and smoke we dash
All affections are poison
When we are chased endlessly.
Choking and all-consuming ash
Surrounds like moonless darkness
Leaving a taste for teeth to gnash
Remaining only the sanctuary to which we crawled.
Without it, pure despair could smash
Any hope recalled.
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